Song | Rat Race |
Artist | Raine Maida |
Album | Hunter's Lullaby |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
One, two, picking up the pace | |
Three, four, rat is in the race | |
I’m on the land, | |
I’m on the chase | |
I’m on the hunt, | |
I’ve got no time to waste | |
One clue gotta take the bait | |
Burst through all the barricades | |
It’s got teeth, it’s got fangs | |
It’s got me in the palm of its hands | |
I said, I want you | |
I said, I want you | |
Oh, do you know what | |
I mean?Oh, do you know what | |
I mean?My eyes are hollow | |
My bones beggin' for sleep | |
I won’t make it through tomorrow | |
I’m useless with these wooden wings | |
This love, gotta break it down | |
Chew it up, spit it out | |
I don’t know where it could be | |
I don’t know how it found me | |
Arms wide crucified, crucifix | |
It's gonna fix it tonight | |
She said, it's coming for me | |
I threw away my church key | |
My eyes are hollow | |
My bones beggin' for sleep | |
I won’t make it through tomorrow | |
I’m useless with these wooden wings | |
I’ll ride away | |
On a cloud made out of hopeless treasure | |
I’ll smile and wave | |
At his golden gates |
One, two, picking up the pace | |
Three, four, rat is in the race | |
I' m on the land, | |
I' m on the chase | |
I' m on the hunt, | |
I' ve got no time to waste | |
One clue gotta take the bait | |
Burst through all the barricades | |
It' s got teeth, it' s got fangs | |
It' s got me in the palm of its hands | |
I said, I want you | |
I said, I want you | |
Oh, do you know what | |
I mean? Oh, do you know what | |
I mean? My eyes are hollow | |
My bones beggin' for sleep | |
I won' t make it through tomorrow | |
I' m useless with these wooden wings | |
This love, gotta break it down | |
Chew it up, spit it out | |
I don' t know where it could be | |
I don' t know how it found me | |
Arms wide crucified, crucifix | |
It' s gonna fix it tonight | |
She said, it' s coming for me | |
I threw away my church key | |
My eyes are hollow | |
My bones beggin' for sleep | |
I won' t make it through tomorrow | |
I' m useless with these wooden wings | |
I' ll ride away | |
On a cloud made out of hopeless treasure | |
I' ll smile and wave | |
At his golden gates |
One, two, picking up the pace | |
Three, four, rat is in the race | |
I' m on the land, | |
I' m on the chase | |
I' m on the hunt, | |
I' ve got no time to waste | |
One clue gotta take the bait | |
Burst through all the barricades | |
It' s got teeth, it' s got fangs | |
It' s got me in the palm of its hands | |
I said, I want you | |
I said, I want you | |
Oh, do you know what | |
I mean? Oh, do you know what | |
I mean? My eyes are hollow | |
My bones beggin' for sleep | |
I won' t make it through tomorrow | |
I' m useless with these wooden wings | |
This love, gotta break it down | |
Chew it up, spit it out | |
I don' t know where it could be | |
I don' t know how it found me | |
Arms wide crucified, crucifix | |
It' s gonna fix it tonight | |
She said, it' s coming for me | |
I threw away my church key | |
My eyes are hollow | |
My bones beggin' for sleep | |
I won' t make it through tomorrow | |
I' m useless with these wooden wings | |
I' ll ride away | |
On a cloud made out of hopeless treasure | |
I' ll smile and wave | |
At his golden gates |