Road Rage

My job leaves me rundown But I'm never going to settle The highway throbs Now I'm pedal to the metal Like I'm driving the tempo With a big kick drum Look in my rear-view mirror You'll know where I'm coming from Road rage A finger feels like a fist Road rage A finger feels like a fist You can't hear what he's gesticulating But you get the gist Rush hour exhaustion It's getting hard to breathe An hour to go ten minutes away The city starts to seethe Life takes a detour Things weren't supposed to turn out this way Now I'm tearing along the dotted line Ripping down this old highway Road rage A finger feels like a fist Road rage A finger feels like a fist You can't hear what he's gesticulating But you get the gist Road rage A finger feels like a fist Road rage A finger feels like a fist You can't hear what he's gesticulating But you get the gist