candy stores

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