Rage Lyrics

Hands on the wheel
Gridlock and steel
Dogs are barking out in the street
It's a neighborhood war
-Better lock that door
Flesh and blood and cold concrete
Baby can't make it
Baby can't make it
Standing in line at the tabloid shrine in the middle of the public night
Addict consuming the rumors with a killerkiller appetite
Living on plastic baby
Living on plastic now
Amphetamine vapor on glass in the paper underneath fluorescent light
In the catacombs of styrafoam
Out of mind and out of sight
Baby can't make it
Baby can't make it
Where is the heartbeat?
Not up elite street beating down the little guy
The madness mounts
The judge lost count
Lost inside a technical lie