SECONDSHOT LYRICS

"Rat Race"

Taught from the earliest of age
That the path to fortune runs like a race
Or a fight where the loser takes his place
Basking in the filth of a working class wage

That was then, this is now
Screw the race, running makes me tired
And sore eyed from watching
The frontrunners pass me by

Again, as they splinter up their shins
I'll perfect the art of stepping aside
Watch the strong hide abuse behind a grin
And use the image as a boost to my pride

Wondering who'd want a job for the honor of hard work
In a time that promotes good intent as a build up to a fall
I'd sacrifice it all
To end up as an untested subject, not trained or abused
A noose of struggle's been prepared for anyone to use

It's been proven time and time again
Sacrifice is a trail that won't end

Every runner has to fall
I'd sacrifice it all
To end up as an untested subject, not trained or abused
The gift, exemption's been prepared for anyone aware
That you're better off to lose

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