Rat race by 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 my map so I don't know where this shit ends
Ah shit, I'm back in the ratrace again.
As I wake up with the previous night still ringing in my fragile head
Trying to piece together any shitty things I might of done or might of said
I drag my lifeless carcass to its feet and out of bed and clock in to another day.
Another day where 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 will 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 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 to rebuild. Something to jump off of.
But then.....the future ain't what it used to be and as the days tasks reverberate around my dormant brain I continue to welcome 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 distinct beat the public secrete.
The footsteps, the breathing,
That one baby screaming,
The coughing and the heaving, those unruly kids out thieving.....
But before long my creative nightmare is interrupted by the ever watching eyes of my superiors.
Coz 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,
You see, just as every open eye is not seeing, not every open eye is sleeping
So although they pay me for this painted by numbers shit every thought I have I'm keeping
And remember, the same shit can taste pretty fucking different if they season it right
So if your going to 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
Taking bullet point steps from A-Z,
Leaping over the boring parts like a corporate flee
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 going to short change me.
Scroobius P-I-P till I D-I-E
So fuck it, I'm back in the ratrace again. But that's cool coz 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 all ends.....
Ah shit. I'm back in the rat race again.
