Seems to me a day’s more like an hour
And no one has the power – the world
turns out of control
Can’t you see? No time to smell the flowers,
You’re expected in the tower –
Better be there now or heads are going to roll.
What’s so important that it never seems to wait?
And what’s so urgent that I’m always running late?
Day by day, we keep our noses to the grindstone,
Always with our minds on the things we have to achieve.
You can take all of the time you need for yourself
Or is it true that you are controlled by someone else?
Run, run little rats – you may never lose;
The rule of the game’s you’ve got the right to choose.
Run, run, run as fast as you can;
Tell yourself you’re some kind of man.
Seems to me a day’s more like an hour …