The Race

I see my friends and my family, racing around their cage. I hear the voice of the masses, tell me to act my age But a corporate sell out I will never be, The life of a wanderer is the only one for me. Run, run, run, run My furry little friends Rush, rush, rush, rush Onward to your ends Now if I had money that had no end I have me a party yeah, round every bend You can keep your riches, and that money you’ve saved This is only room for one thing, lying in my grave Run, run, run, run My furry little friends Rush, rush, rush, rush Onward to your ends I’ll spend my life drifting from place to place My life is the journey, it sure as hell ain’t a race A head full of smiles, filled with happy thoughts Is worth more than possessions and all that you have brought