Chuck Perrin

welcome to the big race
it’s elbow to elbow
in dark suits & button-down minds
they set a fast pace
but I know you can finish
keep an eye on the cliques
watch the signs
no one will tell you what to do
when you get on that line
you can hie to the land of your dreams
headstrong, passing up the fools
you can even pretend
that you don’t hear the sound of their screams
unless you have had enough
or it’s getting just a little too rough
if you want to play the game
it’s every man for himself

hide your humanity
if you show it around to the pack
they will eat you alive
hang on to your sanity
at the threshold of pain
it is all that will help you survive
locked doors and drawn shades
you must keep to yourself
there is nobody here you can trust
can’t change the charade
it’s a sprint to the end
so you might as well go for the bust
unless you have had enough
or it’s getting just a little too rough
if you want to play the game
it’s every man for himself

it’s every man for himself
so don’t expect any help
there’s no time to negotiate
the race is on – it’s already too late

welcome to the big race
it’s elbow to elbow
in wings tips & power lunch ties
board rooms & paper chase
a fight for position
with junk bonds & white collar lies
no one will tell you what to do
when you get on that line
you can hie to the land of your dreams
headstrong, passing up the fools
you can even pretend that you
don’t hear the sound of their screams
unless you have had enough
or it’s getting just a little too rough
if you want to play the game
it’s every man for himself

welcome to the big race . . .