Road Rage

My job leaves me rundown
But I'm never going to settle
The highway throbs
Now I'm pedal to the metal
Like I'm driving the tempo
With a big kick drum
Look in my rear-view mirror
You'll know where I'm coming from

Road rage
A finger feels like a fist
Road rage
A finger feels like a fist
You can't hear what he's gesticulating
But you get the gist

Rush hour exhaustion
It's getting hard to breathe
An hour to go ten minutes away
The city starts to seethe
Life takes a detour
Things weren't supposed to turn out this way
Now I'm tearing along the dotted line
Ripping down this old highway

Road rage
A finger feels like a fist
Road rage
A finger feels like a fist
You can't hear what he's gesticulating
But you get the gist

Road rage
A finger feels like a fist
Road rage
A finger feels like a fist
You can't hear what he's gesticulating
But you get the gist



Credits
Writer(s): David Bray
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