Ray Liotta Lyrics - Singles - Linoleum

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