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
Farmôr - American Dream Lyrics
Farmôr - American Dream Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Erica Stenquist
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid