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Ball In The House
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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 I'm sick of reality My mom and dad lied 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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
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