Rat Race Lyrics
Twilight makes its entrance to a damp and dusky day
Working time is over and the kids go in from play
Power drawn and weary, deep below the ground
Sit a hundred thousand faces, no one makes a sound
Huge gargantuan tunnels carved by the hand of man
Move a hundred thousand faces, coming home from work again
While above them in the street, everything's a different pace
The gun's been fired already, who is going to win the race?
Out into the night, winter sheds its gloomy light
Pedestrians and vehicles in a never-ending fight
Yes, this is the street where everything's a different pace
The gun's been fired already, who is going to win the race?