Good old boy
Growing up
Got to start making money and learn how to give a f*ck
Your dead-end dreams
And deadbeat friends
Yeah, they won't pay the rent. They just tempt you to do bad things
So your head fills with visions
When you can't sleep at night
Of finishing college, or jobs with white collars
And a Normal American Life
Poor old boy
White boy blue
All the power and privilege and options you've got to lose
Woe are we
Who just don't fit
The Rockwellian images the media invented
But we're still searching for something
A little piece of your pie
You can be sure that I see the allure
Of your Normal American Life
But maybe it's better without all the clutter
Of your Normal American Life