Rage

Hands on the wheel, grid lock and steel Dogs are barkin 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 consumers consumin the rumours With a killer killer appetite Livin on plastic baby Livin on plastic now Rage! Rage Rage! Rage Amphetamine vapor on glass and in paper Underneath flourescent light In the catacombs of styrofoam Out of mind and out of sight Baby can't make it, no Baby can't make it Rage! Rage Rage! Rage 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 Rage! Rage Rage! Rage Rage! Rage Rage! Rage Rage! Rage