Rage Songtext / Lyric

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