Going to my big 9 to 5 job
Everybodyâ??s going to their big 9 to 5 job
You punch in your card and then turn your brain off
Everybodyâ??s going to their big corporation
You were feeding from a bottle then, now youâ??re feeding from a trough
But Iâ??m in fantasyland
Where Iâ??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 Iâ??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 youâ??ll wish you lit the match
When I torch the teacherâ??s lounge youâ??ll wish you lit the match
But Iâ??m in fantasyland
Iâ??m sick of reality
My mom and dad lied
The world doesnâ??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 itâ??s you they're putting down
Youâ??ll wish you were in fantasyland
Everybodyâ??s going to their big 9 to 5 job
Everybodyâ??s going but they donâ??t want to go no, no, no
Iâ??m in fantasyland