Farmôr - American Dream

Everybody's on the rat wheel racing
Daily grind, 9 to 5, got our hands tied
It's the American dream we're chasing
Happy pills, all the frills dollar bills buy

She's so terrified of getting older
Lips too thin, fill them in, quick injection
She bought everything the experts sold her
Shed the pounds, Dumb it down, shut your mouth, now

There's a hundred ways to please your man
Reads the gossip on her night stand
Shuts her eyes and she can hear
A little whisper in her ear

Heads up, get up,
The world is spinning without us
No fuss, go out and get me the good stuff
Look tough, get moving
You better catch up
Ha ha, you think you're good enough

Thinks emotion is a sign of weakness
Stays the course, quite the force, he's a work horse
Nothing cures his sense of incompleteness
Till he dies, suit and tie, with his head high

He's a legend in the locker room
Still hung over in the afternoon
And now the only thing he hears is a ringing in his ear

Heads up, get up
The world is spinning without us
No fuss, go out and get me the good stuff
Look tough, get moving
You better catch up
Ha ha, you think you're good enough

Written by:
Erica Stenquist

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