My american dream
Cheap haircutsSo I'm going through red lights
To see if I get caught
Caught in the stress, with a trumpet on my chest
I go through old songs I learned in middle school
My american dream is to not do anything
So for my birthday this year, all I'm asking for
Is a glass of water and maybe a magazine
My fist and
My legs are
Made of glass
And I punch just like a little kid
But hey guys don't worry, yes I am still an old man
I love crossword puzzles and going to bed at ten
My american dream is to not do anything
So for my birthday this year, all I'm asking for
Is a glass of water and maybe a magazine
I'm jogging through old lonely neighborhoods
Of houses my parents couldn't afford
And it's crazy to think who might live in them now
Meanwhile, I'm just sitting here all motionless
I have a tattoo on my arm of a grocery list
To see if I could keep my priorities straight
My american dream is to not do anything
So for my birthday this year all I want's a magazine