Running for the Gates

My head is full of other people's complaints
I'm running through the door now
Running through the door now
Running for the gates
And I can only take so much

Inhale, exhale
Grab your shovel, grab your pail
Bury them thoughts down
Ten feet, ten feet underground

Inhale, exhale
Grab your shovel, grab your pail
Bury them thoughts down
Ten feet, ten feet underground

'Cus it's bitch, bitch, bitch
Complain, complain, complain
Wish upon a shooting star to make the money rain

They'll never be satisfied
They'll never be gratified

Bitch, bitch, bitch
Complain, complain, complain
Wish upon a shooting star to make the money rain

The more you have, the more you want
The more you have, the more you want

Well, there's people dodging bullets
While you're dancing in your dreams
And no one hears their silent whispers
No one hears their screams

There's people dodging bullets
While you're dancing in your dreams
No one hears their silent whispers
No one hears their bloody screams