Rat Race - Brody Dalle

I got a gun pointed at the rat race

Got my own private road to hell

I got a tree, it grows money

But it’s growing old and it’s winter now

I’m a sure fire assassin

Not so sure of what I’m meant to do

Am I meant to kill?

Am I meant to thrill?

I’m gonna burn this city down

‘Cause this city ran me around

I’m gonna burn this town to the ground

Ain’t no worries, I’m all fired up

Walk on air, thin air

Come back down to us forever

Don’t leave now

We’ll rest together

Your beating heart is down below

There are open wounds in the bedroom

Follow trails of his bloody gauze

We’re all going down if you don’t heal

I’m gonna burn this city down

‘Cause this city ran me around

I’m gonna burn this town to the ground

Ain’t no worries, I’m all fired up

I’m gonna burn this city down

‘Cause this city ran me around

I’m gonna burn this town to the ground

Ain’t no worries, I’m all fired up

Ain’t no worries, I’m all fired up