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We’re living in a rat race

And we’re scurrying around,

We’re living in a rat race

Where fat cats abound,

We’re living in a rat race

And feeding off scraps,

That has fallen from the tables

Of the rich aristocrats,

We’re told to be grateful

As if it’s all very good,

That the fat cats

Choose to chuck us some food,

We’re living in a rat race

And they’re living the dream

Ask yourself why this is because it is obscene,

Because there is enough for all

If equally shared around,

Not hoarded by the few

Yet we make no sound,

So the status quo continues

With them doing better than us,

Not because they superior

But because they were born mostly into privilege,

And we were born into a lower class

Under a system that divides all of us,

And dictates the have and the have nots

Then brainwashed into thinking that’s our lot,

But it is not.