
The rush and the bill. Spoken-word verses race through the high ("locked in, clocked in, rocked in, boxed in") while the chorus asks who pays the price and who takes the fall.
Lyrics
And don't it make you feel fine?
And don't it make you feel fine?
Chemicals flashing and the fever starts smoking
Push the needle down and stop your joking
Locked in, clocked in, rocked in, boxed in
Johnny's got the drugs and the clock is ticking
And don't it make you feel fine? (yeah)
Living on the edge, you're running like a wild one
Rushing head on, waiting for the dark run
Who pays the price and who takes the fall?
Throwing down the dice while you hit the brick wall
And don't it make you feel fine?
Watch your pulse, buddy, the pressure is rising
Chasing the ghost and there's no more disguising
Locked in, clocked in, rocked in, boxed in
System overload, the engine's buzzing
And does it make you feel fine? (alright!)
Living on the edge, you're running like a wild one
Rushing head on, waiting for the dark run
Who pays the price and who takes the fall?
Throwing down the dice while you hit the brick wall
And don't it make you feel fine? (that's right)
Living on the edge, you're running like a wild one
Rushing head on, waiting for the dark run
Who pays the price and who takes the fall?
Throwing down the dice while you hit the brick wall
Living on the edge, you're running like a wild one
Rushing head on, waiting for the dark run
Who pays the price and who takes the fall?
Throwing down the dice while you hit the brick wall
And does it make you feel fine?