Ball In The House - Fantasy Land Lyrics
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| Ball In The House
- Fantasy Land Lyrics
Album: 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 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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