Won't Chase the American Dream
Won't chase the American dream
I'd rather get drunk, rather go into a bar
Buy myself a whole crate of whiskey
and get piss drunk, hit on some lush
rejecting me because I'm too damn ugly
«There's not enough booze in the house
to drink you beautiful honey»; she'll tell me
and walk away from me
like the shit-loser I am
Won't chase the American dream
for me it's just another damn nightmare
Just another fraud to get shitfaced at
I pity those who fall for it
«Fuck you», I tell'em «Go fuck yourself»
So what's my dream?
I have no dream, no aspirations
never had them, never had dreams
at least not as long as I can remember
You're all bums, I tell people
«Yeah, and what are you?» they say
«You're just another bum yourself»
Yeah, But at least I'm not lying about it
Won't chase the American Dream
I'm at odds with everything
rebelling against those who tell me
that I should get a job, make money
make a career, get a suit, a haircut
I flip my finger at them, give'em the boot
hip deep from the mud, the crud, the blood and guts
They don't know what life really is, down here
Down here it's real, it's real blood and filth
Up there's just fake, fake smiles, fake kisses
phoney people making phoney deals
with shit for money and shit for brains
Atleast I'm shit for brains without faking it
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