Getting born, won that race
Feeling worn, can't keep the pace
Wheels go round
Drag me down underneath them
It marches on, society
In uniform leeches its needs
Every last stone
Is bleed, discarded, left hollow
Everybody's got to find
Their own kind of peace
And cling to it with tooth and nail
Everybody's got to find
Their own kind of piece
And cling to it with tooth and nail
Amass, cluster, yet strive alone
Selfless bluster, with selfish goals
Everyone's in
United in 'for number 1'
Moto survival of the fittest
Is this life? Have we the wit
To make a change
This cannot be the only way
Everybody's got to find
Their own kind of peace
And cling to it with tooth and nail
Everybody's got to find
Their own kind of piece
And cling to it with tooth and nail