Everybody's shooting for second, while there's, a hundred people in first place...

And it's not too hard to recollect it, if there's, millions shooting for that space...

You know not to intercept it, life is, working itself out in its ways...

Everyone in this life's so leprous, they're all, stuck in the eternal rat race...

I'm moving from New York to Texas, because, up north is where the world is so grey...

I'm going from Dallas to Memphis, because, the south is constantly in dismay...

I'm moving from Memphis to Kansas, and I, think this is where I'm gonna stay...

But anywhere that I wanna rent is, still in, the middle of the track in the race...

Clawing yourself out of the sewer, you were, looking for something a bit newer, looser, less constricting to the element of time...

Pawing yourself out of the trenches, hence it's, common enough for your senses, bless this, you know there's nowhere further to climb...

Born in last...
Meant to pass...
But alas...
When you make it to the front you know someone else has gotta be in last...

Race of the rats.

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