We all lost a year to the doldrums
When they start coughing, they got one hand on the coffin
And We all lost a year to the doldrums
You say you've given too much, they say never enough
Hey, it's not a prison sentence
You got your freedom, shut the fuck up with ya questions
Hey, is my life is an ashtray, like my heart and my mind, in a state of decay
And every single day, you and me are in last place
Hey, hey, in the rat race
We all lost a year to the doldrums
Staring at the headlines, Is it getting ya down?
We all lost a year to the doldrums
You put a clown in the crown, and wonder why we got a problem
Hey, it's not a prison sentence
You got your freedom, shut the fuck up with ya questions
Hey, is my life is an ashtray, like my heart and my mind, in a state of decay
And every single day, you and me are in last place
Hey, hey, in the rat race
Tear gas on the breeze
Bodies swing from trees
Burning flags and friendly fire
The racists and the liars have the lead
In the rat race
In the rat race
In the rat race
In the rat race
In the rat race
In the rat race
In the rat race
In the rat race
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