Rat Race Songtext
von Scroobius Pip

Ah, shit

I′m back in the rat race again

And what's worse, most of these fucking rats are my friends
And worse still, I′ve lost this map
So I don't know where this shit ends
Ah, shit

I'm back in the rat race again

As I wake up with the previous night still ringing in my fragile head
Trying to piece together any shitty things
I might have done or might have said
I drag my lifeless carcass to its feet and out of bed
And clock into another day
Another day within which I can look forward to the possibility that
Maybe today will be the day where something interrupts
The never-ending list of mundane tasks
That sit between me and the closing bracket of my drive home

Maybe today will be the day where something snaps
I think back and react
The distinct lack of impact in my shrink-wrapped life


Maybe today will be the day I tear down
The foundations of my whole existence
And start again
Knee-deep in the rubble
Rummaging for something I can use as a starting point
Something to jump off of
But then

The future ain′t what it used to be
And as I continue to greet another member of public
With a perfect replica of a welcoming smile
I switch off all unnecessary facets and
Glide through the day on cruise control
Remembering what life was like before this role
And as I stare blankly from my till point, I′d often start to
Tap my feet to the discreet beat the general public secrete
The footsteps, the breathing, that one baby screaming
The coughing and the heaving, those unruly kids that are thieving but

Once again
My creative daydream would be interrupted
By the ever-watching eyes of the management
See, like a child spinning in circles just to make himself dizzy
My only real requirement in this place is to make sure I look busy
But I'm using that to my advantage, see?


Because just as not every closed eye
Is sleeping, every open eye is seeing
So while they pay me for this paint-by-numbers shit
Every thought I have I′m keeping
And remember, the same shit can taste
Pretty different if they season it right
So if you're gonna sell out your beliefs
Make sure your reasons are water-tight

And as the chief worker bee tries his best to nurture me
And searches deep to help me find the key
That might just unlock and help me free
The buried inner bourgeoisie
That with time and effort I could someday be
Securing a place of great integrity
Rooted deep in the company′s family tree
Taking bullet-point steps from A to Z
Leaping over the boring parts like a corporate flea
I look at my supposed luminary and I simply don't agree

Hell, I′ll sell my soul
I'm just waiting for an appropriate fee
Ain't no penny loafer-wearing fuck gonna short-change me
Scroobius P-R-P till I D-R-E
So fuck it

I′m back in the rat race again

But that′s cool, because amongst these rats
I found some straight-up true friends
And I've started drawing my own map
You ain′t gonna believe where this shit ends

Ah, shit

I'm back in the rat race again

Cheers