Music

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