| Song | Rage |
| Artist | Heart |
| Album | Desire Walks On |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hands on the wheel gridlock and steel dogs are barking out in the street | |
| It's a neighborhood war better lock that door | |
| Flesh and blood and cold concrete | |
| Baby can't make it. Baby can't make it | |
| Standing in line at the tabloid shrine in the middle of the public night | |
| Addict consumers consuming the rumors with a killer, killer appetite | |
| RAGE! | |
| Amphetamine vapor on glass in the paper underneath fluorescent night | |
| In the catacombs of Styrofoam out of mind and out of sight | |
| Baby can't make it! Baby can't make it! | |
| RAGE! | |
| Where is the heartbeat? | |
| Not up elite street beating down the little guy | |
| The madness mounts the judge lost count, lost inside a technical lie! | |
| RAGE! |
| Hands on the wheel gridlock and steel dogs are barking out in the street | |
| It' s a neighborhood war better lock that door | |
| Flesh and blood and cold concrete | |
| Baby can' t make it. Baby can' t make it | |
| Standing in line at the tabloid shrine in the middle of the public night | |
| Addict consumers consuming the rumors with a killer, killer appetite | |
| RAGE! | |
| Amphetamine vapor on glass in the paper underneath fluorescent night | |
| In the catacombs of Styrofoam out of mind and out of sight | |
| Baby can' t make it! Baby can' t make it! | |
| RAGE! | |
| Where is the heartbeat? | |
| Not up elite street beating down the little guy | |
| The madness mounts the judge lost count, lost inside a technical lie! | |
| RAGE! |
| Hands on the wheel gridlock and steel dogs are barking out in the street | |
| It' s a neighborhood war better lock that door | |
| Flesh and blood and cold concrete | |
| Baby can' t make it. Baby can' t make it | |
| Standing in line at the tabloid shrine in the middle of the public night | |
| Addict consumers consuming the rumors with a killer, killer appetite | |
| RAGE! | |
| Amphetamine vapor on glass in the paper underneath fluorescent night | |
| In the catacombs of Styrofoam out of mind and out of sight | |
| Baby can' t make it! Baby can' t make it! | |
| RAGE! | |
| Where is the heartbeat? | |
| Not up elite street beating down the little guy | |
| The madness mounts the judge lost count, lost inside a technical lie! | |
| RAGE! |