You'll laugh until your lungs are gone
You'll work until your bones are dry
You'll find a way to run your mouth
You'll polish the floors and sand the sky down
Life, yeah, it's a perfect view
It's almost too good to be true
You'll find a way to find your way out
And it'll all be solved just for you
Dream big
Dream big, my friend
It'll all be wasted in the end
Dream big
Dream big, my friend
It'll all be wasted in the end
In a factory, steely and bolted
Conveyors move you down
Slowly and surely convey to you
A figure in a silver gown
Long, weathered fingers
Grip the wooden spoon
Slurps up your primordial soup
In the afternoon
Dream big
Dream big, my friend
It'll all be wasted in the end
Dream big
Dream big, my friend
It'll all be wasted in the end