Going to my big 9 to 5 job
Everybodys going to their big 9 to 5 job
You punch in your card and then turn your brain off
Everybodys going to their big corporation
You were feeding from a bottle then, now youre feeding from a trough
But Im in fantasyland
Where Im 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 Id 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 youll wish you lit the match
When I torch the teachers lounge youll wish you lit the match
But Im in fantasyland
Im sick of reality
My mom and dad lied
The world doesnt 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 its you they're putting down
Youll wish you were in fantasyland
Everybodys going to their big 9 to 5 job
Everybodys going but they dont want to go no, no, no
Im in fantasyland
