| 歌曲 | Rat Race |
| 歌手 | Raine Maida |
| 专辑 | Hunter's Lullaby |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| One, two, picking up the pace | |
| Three, four, rat is in the race | |
| I’m on the land, | |
| I’m on the chase | |
| I’m on the hunt, | |
| I’ve got no time to waste | |
| One clue gotta take the bait | |
| Burst through all the barricades | |
| It’s got teeth, it’s got fangs | |
| It’s got me in the palm of its hands | |
| I said, I want you | |
| I said, I want you | |
| Oh, do you know what | |
| I mean?Oh, do you know what | |
| I mean?My eyes are hollow | |
| My bones beggin' for sleep | |
| I won’t make it through tomorrow | |
| I’m useless with these wooden wings | |
| This love, gotta break it down | |
| Chew it up, spit it out | |
| I don’t know where it could be | |
| I don’t know how it found me | |
| Arms wide crucified, crucifix | |
| It's gonna fix it tonight | |
| She said, it's coming for me | |
| I threw away my church key | |
| My eyes are hollow | |
| My bones beggin' for sleep | |
| I won’t make it through tomorrow | |
| I’m useless with these wooden wings | |
| I’ll ride away | |
| On a cloud made out of hopeless treasure | |
| I’ll smile and wave | |
| At his golden gates |
| One, two, picking up the pace | |
| Three, four, rat is in the race | |
| I' m on the land, | |
| I' m on the chase | |
| I' m on the hunt, | |
| I' ve got no time to waste | |
| One clue gotta take the bait | |
| Burst through all the barricades | |
| It' s got teeth, it' s got fangs | |
| It' s got me in the palm of its hands | |
| I said, I want you | |
| I said, I want you | |
| Oh, do you know what | |
| I mean? Oh, do you know what | |
| I mean? My eyes are hollow | |
| My bones beggin' for sleep | |
| I won' t make it through tomorrow | |
| I' m useless with these wooden wings | |
| This love, gotta break it down | |
| Chew it up, spit it out | |
| I don' t know where it could be | |
| I don' t know how it found me | |
| Arms wide crucified, crucifix | |
| It' s gonna fix it tonight | |
| She said, it' s coming for me | |
| I threw away my church key | |
| My eyes are hollow | |
| My bones beggin' for sleep | |
| I won' t make it through tomorrow | |
| I' m useless with these wooden wings | |
| I' ll ride away | |
| On a cloud made out of hopeless treasure | |
| I' ll smile and wave | |
| At his golden gates |
| One, two, picking up the pace | |
| Three, four, rat is in the race | |
| I' m on the land, | |
| I' m on the chase | |
| I' m on the hunt, | |
| I' ve got no time to waste | |
| One clue gotta take the bait | |
| Burst through all the barricades | |
| It' s got teeth, it' s got fangs | |
| It' s got me in the palm of its hands | |
| I said, I want you | |
| I said, I want you | |
| Oh, do you know what | |
| I mean? Oh, do you know what | |
| I mean? My eyes are hollow | |
| My bones beggin' for sleep | |
| I won' t make it through tomorrow | |
| I' m useless with these wooden wings | |
| This love, gotta break it down | |
| Chew it up, spit it out | |
| I don' t know where it could be | |
| I don' t know how it found me | |
| Arms wide crucified, crucifix | |
| It' s gonna fix it tonight | |
| She said, it' s coming for me | |
| I threw away my church key | |
| My eyes are hollow | |
| My bones beggin' for sleep | |
| I won' t make it through tomorrow | |
| I' m useless with these wooden wings | |
| I' ll ride away | |
| On a cloud made out of hopeless treasure | |
| I' ll smile and wave | |
| At his golden gates |