Hey Mr. Music

With all your illusions

Your for gone conclusions

Your grand delusions



Hey Mr. Music

My name’s not honey

And don’t call me dear

My eyes are up here



I am not your American Dream, Your American Dream

I am not your American Dream, Your American Dream



Hey Mr. Music

The life of the party

Where everyone’s pretty

And everyone’s easy



I am not your American Dream, Your American Dream

I am not your American Dream, Your American Dreamgirl



Beautiful, Wasted

Surrounded by the world that made us

Plastic and wanted

Subscribing to your airbrushed magazines

Filled with America Dreamgirls



I won’t be silenced by your

By your small-minded validation

Your silicone creation

Rock ‘n’ Roll masturbation