Gun - Rat race

^AmTwilight makes it's entrance to a ^Gdamp and dusky day ^FWorking time is over and the k^Eids go home from play ^AmPower drawn and weary, ^Gdeep below the ground Sit a h^Fundred thousand faces, ^Eno one makes a sound

^AmHuge gargantuan tunnels, ^Gcarved by the hand of man Move a h^Fundred thousand faces, coming ^Ehome from work again While a^Ambove them in the street, every^Gthing's a different pace The ^Fgun's been fired already - who is g^Eoing to win the race?

^AmOn into the night, winter s^Gheds it's gloomy light Ped^Festrians and vehicles in a n^Eever-ending fight ^AmYes, this is the street where every^Gthing's a different pace The g^Fun's been fired already - who is ^Egoing to win the race?