“Breaking free from the rat race” might sound like a dream—We all need to escape the grind and live life on our own terms. Sick of the cycle and trading hours for dollars, cause’ it’s all just rinse and repeat.

Lyrics

I want my restitution. I’m a loaded gun. Can’t break my constitution. I’m going on the run.
Got the pedal all the way to the floor, get off my tail. Shaken’ off the load, can’t take no more, won’t pound one more nail.
And if it takes me. Half way to crazy. I’m gonna drive it fast and push it till’ I break free.

CHORUS
Can’t stop. I’m in a rat race. Got nothing to lose. I gotta, get off. I’m in a rat race, sick of abuse.
So shove your reputation, I’m getting out alive. And stick your fascination, at the scene of the crime.
Won’t throttle down when I get in the fast lane. A wide-open ride. Gimme a bullet, down to the last way, I got nowhere to hide.
It ain’t easy. You best believe me. I gotta get away from all the misery.

CHORUS
I can’t stop. I’m in a rat race, got nothing to lose. I gotta, get off. I’m in a rat race, ya turning the screw.
I can’t stop, you’re ripping me off, it’s a rat race, I’m doing time. Get off, I’m taking a shot, it’s a rat race, and I’m taking what’s mine.

CHORUS
I can’t stop. I’m in a rat race. Got nothing to lose. I gotta, get off. It’s in a rat race. I paid my dues.
I can’t stop, you’re ripping me off, It’s a rat race, ain’t it the truth. Get off, it’s a rat race, and the rat is you.