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
Copyright © Anthony Mathias | Year Posted 2010
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