Going to my big 9 to 5 job

Everybodys going to their big 9 to 5 job

You punch in your card and then turn your brain off

Everybodys going to their big corporation

You were feeding from a bottle then, now youre feeding from a trough

But Im in fantasyland

Where Im driving past the cattle

They make you build a box

You squeeze yourself in

And tell yourself that dreaming

Is some kind of sin

But Id rather live in a box on the street

Than to have some Martha Stewart tell me what caviar to eat

(I tell Martha what to eat)

When I torch your office youll wish you lit the match

When I torch the teachers lounge youll wish you lit the match

But Im in fantasyland

Im sick of reality

My mom and dad lied

The world doesnt revolve around me

My eyes are open wide

I made a bargain in kindergarten

I told myself to push myself and wait for tomorrow

Do I matter in this scheme?

Or take one for the team?

Or take one for the team, a team I never understood

Going to my big 9 to 5 job

They teach you to give up

To paint inside the lines

You have no purpose

But to spit up spit out spit it back

Take a look around, cause its you they're putting down

Youll wish you were in fantasyland

Everybodys going to their big 9 to 5 job

Everybodys going but they dont want to go no, no, no

Im in fantasyland