I say I'm the wheel.
No cage could hold me in
Or halt the way I feel.
I invented love on your behalf,
Apollo played his harp.
Rome and Greece burned down
As I serenaded in the dark.
You say I'm the rat;
I say, well, look again.
My tail is gone, as you see,
And my tale does not have an end.
Seven years will pass,
Famine will take hold of Earth,
But I will eat my hoard of grain
While I wander, wait, and curse.
You say I'm the rat;
I say the rat is dead.
Scientists will come and go,
But I'll just go to bed.
I put on clothes, my Sunday Best,
To worship gods that are not there.
I ran upon my wheel till dawn
And realized that no-one cares.