Rage

Текст песни Blues Traveler - Rage

When the fire in your belly ain't been shrinking
And there's nothing laying around that you could be drinking
Take no mind as that stranger tries to pass you
Is he blind? Couldn't he clearly see the train?
Couldn't he feel the bloody stain?
Not that I want to complain
But why do we choke on the pain?
It's just the rage
Just the rage
Just the rage
Rage
Close my eyes, pull me in and take my tongue
Taste the lies that dance around us when you're hung
Break your heart, run out now and turn it up
Then you can start to give that inner brat a hug
Until the dickhead pulls the rug
You take the fall from high above
And go to death
To what you owe
It's just the rage
Just the rage
Just the rage
Rage
'Cause the masterpiece, come and paint me a "who I am"
And it's my disease, and I am raging all the time
Fought the reason, fought the rhyme, and I'm one hang off the line
A voice it calls, and must define
Bound for glory and beyond the sign
It's just the rage
Just the rage
Just the rage
Rage
Just the rage
Just the rage
Just the rage
Just the rage
Just the rage
Rage
Rage