Hamster Wheel
Do you wanna come with me and run around the hamster wheel wheel
Or do you want to chase this cheese and pray with me to dollar bills bills
So many people selling they soul for fame
I want to go somewhere and build a home
Where no one knows my name maybe jump on a slow train
Everybody moving to the city I'm going against the grain
Getting old now and things just ain't the same
Got a bug in my ear that I fear has ate my brain
So many fakes in the game don't know what to believe
Reprieve in the shade beneath a canopy of leaves
Going on the lamb to da land of the lost
Blasting off into space because this planet is off its axis
So I walk the path backwards covering our tracks
So that no one could come after us and attack us in our secret garden
California's a giant prison the governors the warden
Moving state to state trying to escape the barbarians at the gate
And the medieval magistrate it's like a slap in the face
That leaves your mouth with a bad taste
When you find out you're stuck in a maze and it's a rat race
Everyday with da same sad face in the rat race
Do you wanna play make-believe with me like all of this is real
Or do you wanna give me a hug and wrap me up in your force field
Or do you want to chase this cheese and pray with me to dollar bills bills
So many people selling they soul for fame
I want to go somewhere and build a home
Where no one knows my name maybe jump on a slow train
Everybody moving to the city I'm going against the grain
Getting old now and things just ain't the same
Got a bug in my ear that I fear has ate my brain
So many fakes in the game don't know what to believe
Reprieve in the shade beneath a canopy of leaves
Going on the lamb to da land of the lost
Blasting off into space because this planet is off its axis
So I walk the path backwards covering our tracks
So that no one could come after us and attack us in our secret garden
California's a giant prison the governors the warden
Moving state to state trying to escape the barbarians at the gate
And the medieval magistrate it's like a slap in the face
That leaves your mouth with a bad taste
When you find out you're stuck in a maze and it's a rat race
Everyday with da same sad face in the rat race
Do you wanna play make-believe with me like all of this is real
Or do you wanna give me a hug and wrap me up in your force field
Credits
Writer(s): Vernon Bridges
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