i got a gun pointed at the rat race
got my own private road to hell
but it growing old and it's winter now
i'm a sure fire assassin
not so sure of what i'm meant to do
i'm gonna burn this city down
this city run me around
ain't no worry, i'm all fired up
walk on air, thin air
come back down to us forever
your beating heart is down below
there are open wounds in the bedroom
follow trails of his bloody gauze
we're all going down
if you don't heal
i'm gonna burn this city down
this city run me around
ain't no worry, i'm all fired up
I'm gonna cut the chord
To the man who holds me down under him
i'm gonna burn this city down
this city run me around
ain't no worry, i'm all fired up