Hightail it out for your work every day
To make money that you won't own
To buy more things which make you a slave
Die or keep the System going
Late is my fate, hey Father Time
life is a struggle to somehow keep up
Man-made time, man-made cage
Measures with a miscounting gauge
Pumping out all the blood from the Earth
To burn it in air for we gasp, though
To chop every tree and and speed up the chase
To loan our wealth from the future
Late is my fate, hey Father Time
life is a struggle to somehow keep up
Man-made time, man-made cage
Measures with a miscounting gauge
There's a place, where's no race
where we can live at our own pace
with enough space that's given
in Mother Nature's rhythm
you can't make crops to hurry
but there’s more time to love your Honey, oh yeah
So we're gonna run, Oh run, run, run
You play this game, play this game
This game
Do you have to
Do you have to
Do you have to
Do you have to
Do you have to, have to play this game?
Oh
Play this game
Have to play this game