Clawfinger

The money, the power, the glory
It's the survival of the fittest, the toughest, the meanest the slickest
When the shit hits the fan then we'll see who's leanest, the quickest
We'll witness the vultures when they begin the fighting & the feasting
there's a piece of a beast in us all that we're afraid of just releasing
there's no rhyme or reason when our instincts are awoken
the borders are broken, suddenly the truth is spoken
Survival of the fittest, the toughest, the meanest the slickest
We're all in it for
THE MONEY THE POWER, THE POWER THE GLORY,
THE GLORY THE FAME, IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY
Break all of the rules neccessary to win the competition
Fake your place in the ratrace and then try to take the pole position
the mission is simply to make sure you that you get all your chances
So make no mistakes and make sure that nobody else advances
make your way to the top by any means necessary