The Rat-race

Sometimes I get lost in this maze
My head goes in a daze
Get me out, Get me out
Tired of living in this rat race


The television shows me that it's a dog eat dog world
the only people that get remembered are the ones
whose bank accounts scoff at a million dollars
Buried under those stacks
lie a million people put to work with stiff collars
Life's pretty sweet when you can afford top dollar


My head's in a daze
I'm all wrapped up in this maze
Get me out, Get me out
Don't want to be a part of this rat race


And she hurt you
so you hurt her
and she hurts him
Vicious infinite circles


Each one falls
till there's no one left standing
One by one,
like dominoes, each one knocks down the next
in turn


And the rich man
and the poor man
stand far apart,
standing in different corners
dunces lost in the dark
not so different,
not really at heart


This maze is closing in
Where do I go, I'm lost in my head
in this daze
How will I make it
alive
out of this haze
Get me out, Get me out
Can't let myself be another rat
racing around in a rat cage
Just another rat
shaking fists of impotent rage




Sit down little rat,
Nobody cares.


June 29 2011