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Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
Six in the morning, a London grey bleeds
Same old streets, same old creeps, and empty needs
Bus fumes and cheap perfume, a stale, bitter scent
Another day, another quid, for a life badly spent
Look in the gutter, see your own tired eyes
Another lie you'll swallow, another compromise.

(Chorus)
Rat Race!
You're running but you'll never win!
Rat Race!
It's a trap they've got you in!
Rat Race!
You want it all? You'll get nothing.
Rat Race!
Just a broken, bloody thing.

(Verse 2)
Down at the pub, a pint of piss-warm beer
Old men slurring stories, drowned in fear
A woman powders her face, tries to hide the years
Chasing a ghost in a cloud of boozy tears
The jukebox spits out some soft, sweet lie
No one's listening, they just wanna die.

(Chorus)
Rat Race!
You're running but you'll never win!
Rat Race!
It's a trap they've got you in!
Rat Race!
You want it all? You'll get nothing.
Rat Race!
Just a broken, bloody thing.

(Bridge)
(Music builds, more chaotic. Guitar bursts with a harsh, grating sound.)
They tell you to climb, they tell you to strive
They'll eat your heart out, just to stay alive
You think you're special, you're just another cog
In a machine that's eating you, in this bloody fog.

(Chorus)
Rat Race!
You're running but you'll never win!
Rat Race!
It's a trap they've got you in!
Rat Race!
You want it all? You'll get nothing.
Rat Race!
Just a broken, bloody thing.

(Music abruptly stops.)

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Rat Race

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