candy stores

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