[Intro: Gary Jules]
All around me are familiar faces
Warn out places, warn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
[Verse 1: Doc Brown]
(Doc Brown) It's a disgrace, this place is like a whore house
The crooked systems the pimp that got us workin' 'til me worn out
Storm clouds so it's dark when I wake up
Same street, same run for the same bus
Same tramp with his change cup
But many pennies and ten's and twenty's
Ain't gonna change his day up
This train sucks, blood, you look familiar
Why do I know them tired eyes from somewhere in particular?
Wait nah, it was yesterday, you shoved me in the chest
Just to race to the top of the escalator
We rats coming back for more
Happy to carry the wait 'til our backs are sore
Trapped in the system of capitalism that got us thinking
That we have to take a shit job just to get a quick buck
Why not live the life that you want?
When your dreams too big to fit in that Burger King uniform
Forgot what humanity showed us
Now we walk around like robots, 'til we go nuts
What's strange is, we all creative
'Til age six, then we start hearing the same shit
From police, parents, teachers, television
Take them first steps towards a mental prison
Then at the end of ya life you like "Raahs!"
"I was doing time but I weren't even behind bars"
All around me are familiar faces
Warn out places, warn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
[Verse 1: Doc Brown]
(Doc Brown) It's a disgrace, this place is like a whore house
The crooked systems the pimp that got us workin' 'til me worn out
Storm clouds so it's dark when I wake up
Same street, same run for the same bus
Same tramp with his change cup
But many pennies and ten's and twenty's
Ain't gonna change his day up
This train sucks, blood, you look familiar
Why do I know them tired eyes from somewhere in particular?
Wait nah, it was yesterday, you shoved me in the chest
Just to race to the top of the escalator
We rats coming back for more
Happy to carry the wait 'til our backs are sore
Trapped in the system of capitalism that got us thinking
That we have to take a shit job just to get a quick buck
Why not live the life that you want?
When your dreams too big to fit in that Burger King uniform
Forgot what humanity showed us
Now we walk around like robots, 'til we go nuts
What's strange is, we all creative
'Til age six, then we start hearing the same shit
From police, parents, teachers, television
Take them first steps towards a mental prison
Then at the end of ya life you like "Raahs!"
"I was doing time but I weren't even behind bars"
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