Rat Race from The Way by Tommy Apollo, Beautiful BB Gun

Tommy "Nameless" -Both-

Lost once more
as the skies turn to grey
The beat machine lights up and
shines towards the way
I must go

Hitchhiking inside a car, fender bent out of shape
I asked her where she's going, and she said

"To escape. Life's very different
You wouldn't make it if you tried
Now let me take a breath and
I'll explain why"

"Cog in a machine, with no dignity
Cog in a machine"

-Hands kept busy and eyes focused, turned down
To beat poverty, but really ran into the ground
Time's the enemy, and it slips away vanished
With the money without a trace
Til sleep relieves us from the rat race-

"The dark circles under my eyes is the light split from
My friends in overtime
For every quarter of a dollar you'd make I'd have
Five cents of my manager's dime"

-I'm not a machine, I have dignity,
I'm not a machine-

-Hands kept busy and eyes focused, turned down
To beat poverty, but really ran into the ground
Time's the enemy, and it slips away vanished
With the money without a trace
Til sleep relieves us from the rat race-

Lost once more
the beat machine lights up
And shines it's
Light on her
I know I must follow

I'm not a machine, I'm not a machine...

• Electronic
• Progressive Rock
• Surburbia
• antipop
• art rock
• genrebending
• neopsychedelia
• storytelling
• Riverside