Life on the Rack
Lyrics by Fran Landesman
Life on the rack
The monkey on your back
You thought you were an artist
But now you're just a hack
Sundays are black
When living on the rack
You bought some new equipment
And then you got the sack
Aside from your personal crisis
The world is in terrible shape
You hustle to pay for your vices
'Cause everyone needs an escape
Life on the rack
Your lover won't come back
You miss those sweet encounters
It seems you've lost the knack
Love, money and self-confidence
And little things you lack
Just grin and bear it, Mac
You're living on the rack
from
"Is it Over Crowded in Heaven?"
by Fran Landesman
First published in 1981 by Jay Landesman Limited
© Fran Landesman 1981