The End of the Race
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey


[intro]

[instrumental]

We have come, to a sad place
Where no one can share a hope
and no one can raise their face
Each one barely copes

We go to work and go to sleep
So many promises to keep
Our children look at us
and their eyes 
and their eyes
their eyes they see too deep

People struggle to keep up
Some are holding out a cup
Some a laying on the steps
No longer able to get up

We were all consumed by greed
Wanted more than all our needs
While we fought for the last piece
We all died from the disease

All our dreams have now grown old
Hot days are turning cold
All the lies are now the same
All the truth is told in vain

[instrumental]

We go to work and go to sleep
So many promises to keep
Our children look at us
and their eyes 
and their eyes
their eyes they see too deep

People struggle to keep up
Some are holding out a cup
Some a laying on the steps
No longer able to get up

All our dreams have now grown old
Hot days are turning cold
All the lies are now the same
All the truth is told in vain

[instrumental]

We were all consumed by greed
Wanted more than all our needs
While we fought for the last piece
We all died from the disease

We have come, to a sad place
Where no one can raise their face
and no one can share a hope
Each one can barely cope

The End of the Race (B side)

I write the lyrics; Mr. Alfonso Suno composes the music.  Working with the lovely Ms. Ai Ongaku, they create the arrangements.  Ms. Ongaku and her crowd are responsible for the performances.  My part in creating these tracks is very small.  I am, however, solely responsible for selecting them.

The End of the Race (B side)

I and Ai