(Rat Race: Three blind mice in hell.)

Our glorious CEO, what sharp teeth you have
When you're trying to smile
The order of the day: smiling backstabbers

I saw you running down deserted city streets
Bloodthirsty hyenas yapping and nipping at your feet
The cast and crew of an overhyped docudrama

Gunned down, by a fucked-up instant millionaire
Gunned down, by mass production suicide
Gunned down

The siren song: peace and security
Trading pieces of your life away for a scrap of meat
Living in an air-conditioned nightmare

Bomb the city square while CNN is filming
Bring the wrath of God down (if he's not terribly expensive)
Disaster commands higher advertising fees

 

Gunned down.  A salesman's word is cheap
Gunned down.  Everybody's got to eat
Gunned down

Life is simple the way things are
Don't go asking too many questions
Keep breathing through the quicksand, if you can
Keep your head above the waterline – stay alive.

Lonely public places
Smiles upon our faces
See us for the sharks we are

Dinosaurs once ruled the earth.

 

Go back to Rhyme, no reason.