Sweet Rush

Like a road runner chasing the hill to the top
He comes in full glow
Through the veins of his straw-like, ethereal arms
Adrenaline flows
He thinks that time's a funny construct
Of the man
Clock is ticking and he cannot seem to decide
Which way to go next

Blinded by freedom and the glitz
Breaks down the social norms to bits
He is a servant in disguise
Won't make it past his teenage years

Now his reckless behavior's attracted the crooks
They're pulling the strings
He's in clubs wearing leather pants, hooked on good looks
With hands full of rings
He fools around all night
Like nobody is watching
As he chugs down a beer now he vomits the words
I wanna feel the sweet rush

Blinded by freedom and the glitz
Breaks down the social norms to bits
He is a servant in disguise
Won't make it past his teenage years

I wanna feel the sweet rush

Blinded by freedom and the glitz
Breaks down the social norms to bits
He is a servant in disguise
Won't make it past his teenage years

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