Naluman, that song is shmokin'... here's a little somethin' that might work in there:
("the winner of a rat race, is still a rat...)

do what you will, do what you may,
but it ain't gonna matter, any which way,
cuz big money is an illusion, brand new car won't get you far,
believe in things that really count,
follow your feelings & your head will stop reelin'
follow your feelings & your head will stop reelin'
follow your feelings & your head will stop...

the voices within, are just a reflection, of the voices without,
without a doubt.
random splandem, fall out in tandem,
Boogie till ya puke,
Boogie till ya puke,
Root Boy Slim & the Sex Change Band,
Boogie till ya puke...
I got no job & I got no money
I got no place to meet my Honey
I'm livin' on plastic, I'm eating the garbage,
I'm runnin' with the rats, the cats & the dogs
It bums me out, you know it bums me in,
makes me wanna throw up until I'm thin,
Workin' out poisons in my blood
while waiting for the next big fuckin' flood
the clock is tickin' on my phantom generation
been wastin' my time with logical progression
brain is numb from manic depression
calculate the odds with random precision

Big Money is an illusion,
brand new car won't get you far,
Believe in the things that really count,
Follow your feelings & your head will stop reelin'
Follow your feelings & your head will stop reelin'
Follow your feelings & your head will stop...

It's the rat trap
It's the rat trap rap
It's the rat trap
It's the rat trap rap...