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Hands on the wheel, grid lock and steel Dogs are barkin' 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, consumin' the rumors With a killer, killer appetite Livin' on plastic, baby Livin' on plastic now Rage Rage Rage Rage Amphetamine vapor on glass and in paper Underneath fluorescent light In a catacombs of Styrofoam Out of mind and out of sight Baby, can't make it, no Baby, can't make it Rage Rage Rage Rage Where is the heartbeat, not up elite street Beatin' down the little guy The madness mounts, the judge lost count Lost inside a technical lie Rage Rage Rage Rage Rage Rage