Lyrics

Going through life like a puppet on a string---
yeah the man behind the curtain keeps a-changing the scenes.
Just a cog in the wheel of a mighty machine-
try to get off the ride and you'll see what I mean.

Chorus:
The game's been fixed.
They say you can't win.
But it's all a trick:
Spittin' in the wind.

Just a mouse in the rat-race that never ends.
Going round and round and round in circles cuz the rules don't bend.
You can only break em baby if you're already rich.
And if you're not, then thanks a lot, you son of a bitch!

Well I ain't giving up no no-I ain't gonna lie.
You can't take it with you baby and we're all gonna die.
I might still lose but I ain't gonna quit.
There's a stiff wind coming baby, and I'm gonna spit!