4. Rat Race
Lyin', cryin', it's all a game,
But we can't decide who's to blame.
No pride, no passion, no social grace,
We're all rats in this endless race.
Striving, thriving, a lifetimes work,
You end up a soda jerk.
Hard times dumped into your lap,
A nice crisp, facial slap.
I'm running... this rat race.
Can't keep pace with the rat race.
I'm running... this rat race.
Can't keep pace with the rat race.
Crust of bread, and piece of cheese,
This race is run upon your knees.
A wife who keeps you on your toes,
A ruthless boss who browns your nose.
Chance of winning is so remote,
Stick your fingers on down your throat.
Life's a wheel and you're a spoke,
Bitter dreams on which you choke.
I'm running... this rat race.
Can't keep pace with the rat race.
I'm running... this rat race.
Can't keep pace with the rat race.
Lyin', cryin', it's all a game,
But we can't decide who's to blame.
No pride, no passion, no social grace,
We're all rats in this endless race.
Striving, thriving, a lifetime's work,
You end up a soda jerk.
Hard times dumped into your lap,
A nice crisp, facial slap.
I'm running... this rat race.
Can't keep pace with the rat race.
I'm running... this rat race.
Can't keep pace with the rat race. |
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