Текст песни Heart - Rage
Heart - Rage слова песни
Hands on the wheel gridlock and steel dogs are barking out in the streetIts a neighborhood war better lock that doorFlesh and blood and cold concreteBaby cant make it. baby cant make itStanding in line at the tabloid shrine in the middle of the public nightAddict consumers consuming the rumors with a killer, killer appetiteRage!Amphetamine vapor on glass in the paper underneath fluorescent nightIn the catacombs of styrofoam out of mind and out of sightBaby cant make it! baby cant make it!Rage!Where is the heartbeat? Not up elite street beating down the little guyThe madness mounts the judge lost count, lost inside a technical lie!Rage!