Running, nothing but running, just running, nothing but running. We are the guards, we are the sentinels.
We are the police and we are the bureaucrats. We are the workers so we are the replacables and exposables.
Running, nothing but running. A slight unease and a nervous smile make less than minimum wage for buffering between the upper and lower classes. Not until we, who struggle for our petty privelage, stop chasing empty goals can we set our own pace.
Running, nothing but running, just running, nothing but running.
We are the police and we are the bureaucrats. We are the workers so we are the replacables and exposables.
Running, nothing but running. A slight unease and a nervous smile make less than minimum wage for buffering between the upper and lower classes. Not until we, who struggle for our petty privelage, stop chasing empty goals can we set our own pace.
Running, nothing but running, just running, nothing but running.
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