Expensive vitamin pills and
Wheat germ on yr windowsill
Your schedules hectic and you got no time to kill
You're earning money and spending it the right way
You're just in such a rush you don't know if its night or day
5:30 get up and you run, run, run
Then you work eight hours slaving under the gun
Your little world's based on lies lies lies
Always rushing but you're never ever satisfied
Healthy body sick mind
You're working overtime
Healthy body sick mind
Too hectic too hectic
Healthy body sick mind
It's just a matter of time
Sick body sick mind
The money you spend on running shoes could feed me for a week
Your plans are laid so well you can't even sleep
Pursuit of happiness got your life locked up under martial law
You got everything to lose so you're paranoid about some fatal flaw
Writer(s): Lloyd Woodrowe James, Glendon Bailey
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