Rage - Blues Traveler

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?

Or couldn’t he clearly see the train?

Couldn’t he feel the bloody stain?

Not that I’m one to complain

Why do we chaw upon the pain?

It’s just the rage

Just the rage

Just rage

Rage

Close my eyes

Pull me in and take my tongue

Taste the lies

That dance around us and we’re among

Break your heart

Run out now and tear it up

Then you can start

To give that inner brat a hug

Till the dickhead pulls the rug

Take the fall from high above

No details to what you love

It’s just the rage

Just the rage

Just rage

Rage

Calls a masterpiece

«Come and paint me, here I am»

And it’s my disease

That I am raging all the time

Fought for reason, fought for rhyme

Then I’m walking up the line

The voice it calls

I must abide

Bound for glory on the other side

It’s just the rage

Just rage

Just rage

Rage

Just rage

Just rage

Just rage

Just rage

Just rage

Rage

Rage

Rage