Rat rAce that I rUn
Brings nOt much fun
As I keep on runnin’ round
Soon I’ll get a gun
This isn’t a place where I belong
I leave for good, I’m going home
I need a spot to call my own
I leave for good, I’m going home
The best things in life are free
The PC made you blind so you can’t see
With all this fool's gold you’re getting old
So leave the shit and follow me
We choose the slow pace ride
No need to rush
And Burn the bridges left behind
We ride the tide
So we should go where the rivers flow,
Where drinks are cold and sweeter.
We’ll work side by side, grow our kids
Enjoy the life, no bitter
We choose the slow pace ride
No need to rush
And Burn the bridges left behind
Let’s ride the tide
Buy Now, Pay Later' culture grows!
And soon we all will become slaves!
No gain, no pain
We pull the reins
We break the chain
We plan escape
(Break)
You keep wasting life
Doing things you hate
The good die young
End of game
Rat race that you run
Is not much fun
If you keep on runnin’ round
You’d better buy a gun
This isn’t a place where we belong
We leave for good, we’re going home
We need a spot to call our own
We leave for good, we’re going home
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