Текст песни Fantasy Land

Going to my big 9 to 5 job
Everybody?s going to their big 9 to 5 job
You punch in your card and then turn your brain off
Everybody?s going to their big corporation
You were feeding from a bottle then, now you?re feeding from a trough
But I?m in fantasyland
Where I?m driving past the cattle
They make you build a box
You squeeze yourself in
And tell yourself that dreaming
Is some kind of sin
But I?d rather live in a box on the street
Than to have some Martha Stewart tell me what caviar to eat
(I tell Martha what to eat)
When I torch your office you?ll wish you lit the match
When I torch the teacher?s lounge you?ll wish you lit the match
But I?m in fantasyland
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My mom and dad lied
The world doesn?t revolve around me
My eyes are open wide
I made a bargain in kindergarten
I told myself to push myself and wait for tomorrow
Do I matter in this scheme?
Or take one for the team?
Or take one for the team, a team I never understood
Going to my big 9 to 5 job
They teach you to give up
To paint inside the lines
You have no purpose
But to spit up spit out spit it back
Take a look around, cause it?s you they're putting down
You?ll wish you were in fantasyland
Everybody?s going to their big 9 to 5 job
Everybody?s going but they don?t want to go no, no, no
I?m in fantasyland