THE RAT RACE BY STEVE TRIPP, PETER HEAD, IAN PURDIE AND KRIS KAYE (THE FOX)

The Rat Race

Speeding in the fast lane, all systems go.

Bands of light in the corner of my eye, but the traffic is so slow tonight.

Screaming like a banshee, I think I need a rest.

My nerves are shot with a hair trigger.

I've got something, to get off my, chest tonight.

I know, I can handle the pressure, I know I can take the pace.

I've heard all about, the tall poppy syndrome but I know I will win the rat race.

I will win the rat race, I will win the rat race, I will win the rat race

it's only a matter of time.

Fighting off exhaustion, hanging out for sleep.

Always at home with the rising sun, I fall down in a heap don't wake me.

Dreams turn into nightmares, plans go astray.

Another day, another dollar, but still I know that they won't break me.

I know, I can handle the pressure, I know I can take the pace.

I've heard all about the tall poppy syndrome, but I know I will win the rat race.

I will win the rat race, I will win the rat race,

I will win the rat race, it's only a matter of time.

I will win the rat race, I will win the rat race, I will win the rat race

when I leave you behind.

Speeding in the fast lane, all systems go.

Bands of light in the corner of my eye but the traffic is so slow tonight.

Screaming like a banshee, I think I need a rest.

My nerves are shot, with a hair trigger

I've got something, to get off my, chest tonight.

I know, I can handle the pressure, I know I can take the pace.

I've heard all about the tall poppy syndrome, but I know I will win the rat race.

I will win the rat race, I will win the rat race,

I will win the rat race, it's only a matter of time.

I will win the rat race, I will win the rat race, I will win the rat race ...

when I leave you behind … when I leave you behind …

when I leave … you … behind.

Musical contributions courtesy of Chris Kaye, Ian Purdy and Peter Head.