Ball In The House - Fantasy Land Lyrics

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Going to my big 9 to 5 job

Everybody's going to their big 9 to 5 job

You punch in your card and then turn your brain off

Everybody's going to their big corporation

You were feeding from a bottle then, now you're feeding from a trough

But I'm in fantasyland

Where I'm 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 I'd 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 you'll wish you lit the match

When I torch the teacher's lounge you'll wish you lit the match

But I'm in fantasyland

I'm sick of reality

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My mom and dad lied

The world doesn't 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 it's you they're putting down

You'll wish you were in fantasyland

Everybody's going to their big 9 to 5 job

Everybody's going but they don't want to go no, no, no

I'm in fantasyland

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