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Bad boy, bad boy Bad boy, bad boy Face down in the city They say life moves pretty fast On a knife edge, nitty gritty God knows how I'm gonna last Rise up, fingers up Every day's a stroke of luck Ain't it tough in the rush? We do it for the plot And now I'm swallowed by the traffic And all my thoughts are polluted I need a rest from the racket Flip and twist the ignition I'm on a one woman mission I think I'm reaching my limit There ain't no rest for the wicked There ain't no rest for the wicked Smoke and concrete Poison in my palm trees White noise, grey streets Candy stores, the crime scenes Smoke and concrete Poison in my palm trees White noise, grey streets Candy stores, the crime scenes Flip and twist the ignition I'm on a one woman mission I think I'm reaching my limit There ain't no rest for the wicked