Rat Race from With Hindsight by Harlequin Jones

R A T R A C E
All that’s left is a couple photos
Maybe even less
We always made the dumbest poses
I don’t remember the rest
All I’ve to show for is few photos at best
I don’t know how the story goes
I never was impressed by my…

Flea size, my black eyes, my complaints dressed to the vein
Bull fighters in that china shop couldn’t keep me tame
My embarrassment drips blood and sweat, that same ol’ ball and chain
Down there we ran that damn rat race

I am my own punch line
I laugh away the doubt
I’ll go to great lengths not to say it
But it’s worse not to convey it
My Chesire grin twists up and out

Flea size, my black eyes, my complaints dressed to the vein
Bull fighters in that china shop couldn’t keep me caged
My embarrassment, my silhouette, my prime firing range
Yeah, down there we ran that damn rat race

So many bodies, all so wanting
So many parties, all so hungry

I am stifled, I choked, I line dominoes
I can’t do this any better or on my own
One man’s trash, one man’s treasure
Another sea, another desert
Now we’re in this together
I can’t help but hide once it was my…

Flea size, my black eyes, my tail tucked between my legs
Bull fighter’s in this china shop never looked so sane
My embarrassment drips blood and sweat, a wishbone and choke chain
Yeah, back then we ran that damn rat race
I am my own punch line
I laugh away the doubt

• Alternative
• baroque pop
• dark cabaret
• dark jazz
• female fronted
• piano
• Los Angeles