Rat race (Английский) — A way of life in which people are caught up in a continuous competitive struggle for wealth or power or in everyday activities involving others such as driving, shopping, etc.. This may be so routine as to require little cognitive thought. A matter of consistant conditioning it if carefully analyzed is unnecessary.
A literal rat race is a competion of rats progressing through a maze/mazes and observing which one completes the circuit, the task the fastest.
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"Rat race" в текстах
These bad boys like to smack me in the bum
My crew's blowing up like Chappies bubblegum
Popping in your face, nyaaaa
Yo fuck the rat race my style is rap rave
My crew is kak fresh, so who the fuck cares?
What you fucking think, I'm the type of chick
Saving my life
Saving my life
Are you stuck in a rat race that you won't win?
Are you scared that you'll never wake up?
Will they make you punch in, when you're there in the morning
Give me a shoulder I can lean onto
And lull me into safe certitude
Get me out of this rat race world
And slow the tempo in my life down
Give me something, something that lasts
Sono solo un'altra faccia tra una folla.
Vado giù in un modo,
Catturato in una macchina e spinto fuori a destra.
Sto vivendo una rat race,
Sto guardando per la mia anima nel perso e trovato.
There he is again, your best enemy.
Recently, it looks like a rat race.
The media won’t acknowledge that I’m a changed man
and sadly always label me as the gangster.
And then say God Bless him.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
So when I come home feeling tired and beat
I'll go up where the air is fresh and sweet
I'll get far away from the hustling crowd
And all the rat-race noise down in the street
On the roof, that's the only place I knowJames Taylor - Up on the roof
your life has no price (value)
you should raise your pants and other right-wing shit
Too many have been captured to the rat race
pure atheist, to me the spray can a bible
No need to have an attitude, we have to learn to adapt
Your angel eyes are shining bright
I wanna take your hand, lead you from this place
Gonna leave it all behind
[Check out] Check out of this rat race
Ride the wild wind [hey hey hey] hey hey hey
Ride the wild wind hey hey hey-hey [hey hey hey]
Act like a bird of prey
This day, that day, everyday a rat race
Been around since fat lace, tell me how that tastes, partner
No I'm not a chancer, looking for the right answers like catch phrase
[1st Verse: Max Herre:]
He worked hard his whole life in the daily grind. [fn]Straight translation: Er hat ein Leben lang gebuckelt in der Tretmühle = He (worked) hunched over his whole life in the treadmill. Additional synonyms for Tretmühle/treadmill are:
grubwork, hard work, labor, routine, rut, toil, rat race, daily grind, battle of life, hamster cage, vicious circle, hamster cage, squirrel cage, working day, grind.
If you ask him how he feels, he just says
Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover
Baptised in the tears from the real
Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat race
Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth
Caress Ophelia's hand with breathstroke ambition
But I believe I can stand everything I created, and I made mental problems a trend in Finnish rap
Maybe this has a connection to intoxicants after all, others point to the society, I point to myself
Through dirty toes, psyche trances nowadays I walk through traffic jams even if I have to dance
The strength of mind, I won't bow to meds, when brakes don't work in this rat race
The seat is breaking too, I feel like everyone who'd want to fight back adapted already or are nervous
I have to undertake a bee, when lonely words are falling from mouth and die in your feet
Let me take you down to London city
Where the attitude's bad and the weather is sh-tty
Everybody's on a paper chase
It's one big rat race
Everybodys got a screw face
So many 2 face,
I'm just another face in a face less crowd.
I'm going down one way,
Caught up in the machine and I'm spit right out.
I'm living in a rat race,
I'm looking for my soul in the lost and found.
but everything is relative when you wake up.
Do not sleep, all of them lie, that newspaper lies also,
humble people are becoming so rare,
the rat race is in place, cash is like fetish,
but the morality is torn into confetti, and it is pathetic.
[Human] values are replaced by [material] items,
In here we are just humans.
Few dare to do what their heart says
Run away too scared to grab a hold
Apparently I should get out of this rat race
But at times even the stray wants to get away from the rain.
Life, ain't nothing more, but I only have one here to lose
No stoppin' now. Shout It Out
Caught between a rock and a hard place
Stuck in the rat race
Is this what it's like livin' free I get no sense of liberty
Rock and a hard place
This walk can get lonely
I lose myself inside my head.
No one can touch you when you're outside staring in.
Remove myself from this rat race.
Back and forth the struggle consumes us all.Atreyu - Becoming The Bull
Brothers trippin', brothers slippin'
Trying to survive through another day
The need and the greed for money
Has got this world in a rat race
(Now check this out)
Just the the other day I was kickin it
When life is hard (life is hard)
When life is just unfair
We'll have a laugh (have a laugh)
Have a laugh at the rat race
We'll make a new place
Don't you make me frown
I once was a king of my own designs
Now a pawn walking streets skipping cracks in the pavement lines
Just a pale face lost in a rat race trying to pull a sad face
Lost in a lonely crowd
put the newspaper aside, turn off the TV set,
slow down, chill out, stop the rat race,
lay on the grass and listen to the earth,
reset your brain, clean your conscience.
I go up where the air is fresh and sweet
(up on the roof)
I get away from the hustling crowd
And all that rat-race noise down in the street
(up on the roof)
On the roof, the only place I know
Half awake I switch on the Television. A flood of images streams into my weary head.
Murders, burglary, and fatal accidents. New fads and idols. I don’t want to hear it.
I don’t have any time for relaxation. Life stuck in the rat race is wearing us down.
All I want is something nice for a change. All we want is something nice for a change.
Loyally and I remain,
And I suggest you do the same again
Foundation in da Holy place
Rasta man we na run rat race
Hail up the king of kings with grace
Give Jah all you thanks and praise
I'm worn out, wrecked and I haven't slept
This rat race has got me feeling stressed
So I grab me a cab to the other side of town
I think that it's time I caught the other side of down
Is the life you seek made of senseless ease?
Do you need someone just to cool your blood?
Or could you ride away from the rat race baby?
Could you dream away all your restless blues?
Could you hide away in the peaceful hours?
Until you helped me put my feet on solid ground
I've been rich and I've been poor
Then you showed me that there's so much more
Than the rat race and the fast pace
Could ever offer me
When I look back, baby
Telling himself: Be a serious!
Always counting those numbers!
He's got a red face and a mushroom head
He's spent too long in the rat race
Too long in the dead days
Don't take the subway don't go that way
It's not a safe way we'll go our way
Gotta cross town back to my place
Pull the shades down screw the rat race
We're alone now undercover
Hang the sign out don't disturb
Night as the night, and day as the day.
The transparent dreams on palms, the male superstitions,
To prove you are the best, the rat race.
A gray city, a dough in the morning, the shoulder boards in the evening,
This is the final station, please leave the train cars.
A night like a night and a day like a day
The dreams are transparent in the palms, male superstitions
To prove the you're the best, the rat race
Grey city, morning pastry, evening chase
The train doesn't go any further, please, vacate the carriages
We never should have left town in the first place
Now we gotta walk like they talk in the rat race
Keep your eyes on the prize if you want it all