Rat Race

New world order
One world religion
Musicians magicians
Same thing to me
Yo bitch my bitch
Same thing to me
There was a time
When sorrow ran my life
There was a time
Slept close to my knife
There was a time
There was a time
Drugs hurled for the pearls
I'm smoking diamonds
Laughing death in its face
I know when I leave they won't find the trace
Never blessed by his grace
So I chose my own pace
I'll break any rules
Just to win this rat race
Vanish to the bat cave
Just a joker with an ace up his sleeve
Why the fuck was there a tree
Can't ask Adam or Eve
See everyday
I waste away locked up and everyday
My souls further and further away

It seems good times won't be mine
No good times won't be mine
It seems good times won't be mine
No good times won't be mine



Credits
Writer(s): Morgan Conley
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