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.
fauxcroft 