Rat Race - Scroobius Pip

Aw shit, I’m back in the rat race again

And what’s worse, most of these fuckin' rats are my friends

And worse still I’ve lost my map so I don’t know where this shit ends

Aw 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 thing I might’ve done or might’ve said

I drag my lifeless carcass to it’s feet and out of bed and clock in to another

day

Another day within which I can look forward to the possibility that,

maybe today will be the day that something interrupts the never ending list of

mundane tasks that sit between me and the closing bracket of my drive home

Maybe today’ll be the day that something snaps as I think back and react to the

distinct lack of impact in my shrink wrapped life

Maybe today’ll be the day that I’ll tear down the foundations of my whole

existence and start again

Knee deep in the rubble, rummaging, for something that 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 the day’s tasks reverberate around my dormant brain, I continue to greet

another member of public with a perfect replica of what is known as 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 start to tap my feet to the

discreet beat the general public secretes

The footsteps

The breathing

That one baby screaming

The coughing and the heaving

Those unruly kids out thieving

But before long, my creative daydream is once again 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

'cause just as not every open eye is seeing, not every closed eye is sleeping

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 youre gonna sell out your beliefs, make sure your reasons are watertight

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 secure

in a place of great integrity rooted deep within 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

And I’ll sell my soul, I’m just waiting for an appropriate fee

No penny loafer wearing fuck’s gonna short change me

Scroobius P-I-P till I D-I-E

So fuck it, I’m back in the rat race again, but that’s cool

Because amongst these rats I’ve found some straight up true friends

And I’ve started drawing my own map, you ain’t gonna believe where this shit

ends

Aw shit, I’m back in the rat race again