Rat Race

I got a gun pointed at the rat race Got my own private road to hell I got a tree, it grows money 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 Am I meant to kill? Am I meant to thrill? [Chorus:] I'm gonna burn this city down Cause this city run me around I'm gonna burn this town to the ground Ain't no worry, I'm all fired up Walk on air, thin air Come back down to us forever Don't leave now We'll rest together 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 [Chorus] I'm gonna cut the chord To the man who holds me down under him I'm gonna cut the chord to the man Set me free, rule my world again [Chorus] Ain't no worry, I'm all fired up