Ray Liotta

Running to the station And you're feeling just like Ray Liotta Eyes are blacker than your shades You're wearing pretty thin Tearing through the crowd 'Cause you won't wait And you can't face a weekend Staring at the ceiling The walls are closing in Life's too slow So you run away And you know Life's too slow Turn into the market And you catch him on the stairs Man, you kept me waiting And it's giving me the fear He takes you 'round the corner And he passes you the gear You bitch about the money He says that's the cost of living And life's too slow I'll have you run away And you know You can run away Back into the open And you're feeling kind of nervous Wanna get there quick So get a cab Rushing for the door It seems you're never gonna get there Now you're sitting again without your friend You're looking in the mirror but it's not at your reflection And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend You're looking in the mirror but it's not at your reflection And a hit between the eyes starts your weekend