By Legs Diamond
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
