Face-down in the city, they say life moves pretty fast
On a knife edge, nitty-gritty, God knows how I'm gonna last
Rise up, fingers up, every day's a stroke of luck
Ain't it tough in the rush? We do it for the plot
And now I'm stuck like the traffic
And all my thoughts are polluting
I need a rest from the racket
Flip and switch the ignition
I'm on a one-woman mission now
I think I'm reaching my limit
There ain't no rest for the wicked
There ain't no rest for the wicked
Smoke and concrete, poison in my palm trees
White noise, grey streets, candy stores to crime scenes
Smoke and concrete, poison in my palm trees
White noise, grey streets, candy stores to crime scenes
Flip and switch the ignition
I'm on a one-woman mission now
I think I'm reaching my limit
There ain't no rest for the wicked
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