The Race - Scanner

See the rushing crowd of people

Hurries to a place to go

Anxious about wasting too much time

Seems they hasten to a shelter

From a raging wind and storm

In the thick of things I can find mine

Have a look what happened to us all

The only choice you have is stand or fall

Ere my last day yet to come

I swear this oath right to the sun

As writ large in my face

I’m here on earth to win the race

Wondering who will pay the bill

For the common entry fee

For the play-offs of the madden crowd

Finally it’s how it’s always told

Most precious things in life are bearing gold

Ere my last day yet to come

I swear this oath right to my son

As writ large in his face

He’s here on earth to win the race

Pressure to get higher grades

Each a victim of his fate

Always on the run we’re having fun

Shooting rampage here and there

Society of dump-and- burn

Brave new world is far from charity

Keeping up the pace until you’re old

Rise words have no chance of being told

Ere my last day yet to come

I swear this oath right to the sun

As writ large in my face

I’m here on earth to win the race

Before my last day yet to come

I swear this oath right to my son

As writ large in his face

He’s here on earth to win the race