I'm getting my 'No Regrets' tattoo lasered off And losing my leather for less interesting stuff The drinks in the city swap for runs in the rain I'm looking for somebody brand new I can blame. Ah the cats in the rat race run round and round, Follow the staircase going up and down. My head's in the clouds but both my feet on the ground, Leaving me behind. I'm tired of being told what I should do and should think And new information daily sends me a-spin Genetics we try so hard to m-modify Run myself to ground a-just to prove I'm alive. Ah the cats in the rat race run round and round, Follow the staircase going up and down. My head's in the clouds but both my feet are on the ground, Leaving me behind. As I read through my history with a pen in my hand, I write down my victories on the back of a stamp. I look to the left of me to see the dry land Leaving me behind.