American Dream - Demo
Nobody shoots at me, I'm 23, got a college education
I make just enough to pay my bills and take a small vacation
I've got a magic piece of plastic in my pocket at all times
It's got a camera and can answer any question I can find
There's no reason I should ever feel I'm not livin' like a King
But every month or so I get real low thinkin' I don't have a thing
The American dream
Is getting closer to doing nothing than to making two ends meet
And I can't imagine in my children's children's sleep
What they'll have left of the American dream
My great grandpa couldn't read or write, put in 16 hour days
And came home dirty as a preacher skimmin' money from the plate
Never left North Carolina or set foot on a beach
But he was happy as I ever was with sand beneath my feet
The American dream
Is getting closer to doing nothing than to making two ends meet
And I can't imagine in my children's children's sleep
What they'll have left of the American dream
Men and women die for who knows what and who knows why
But it's the worst thing I could do
To spend what little time I'm given here to live a life
Wasting one just wishin' I had two
The American dream
Is getting closer to doing nothing than to making two ends meet
And I can't imagine in my children's children's sleep
What they'll have left of the American dream
I make just enough to pay my bills and take a small vacation
I've got a magic piece of plastic in my pocket at all times
It's got a camera and can answer any question I can find
There's no reason I should ever feel I'm not livin' like a King
But every month or so I get real low thinkin' I don't have a thing
The American dream
Is getting closer to doing nothing than to making two ends meet
And I can't imagine in my children's children's sleep
What they'll have left of the American dream
My great grandpa couldn't read or write, put in 16 hour days
And came home dirty as a preacher skimmin' money from the plate
Never left North Carolina or set foot on a beach
But he was happy as I ever was with sand beneath my feet
The American dream
Is getting closer to doing nothing than to making two ends meet
And I can't imagine in my children's children's sleep
What they'll have left of the American dream
Men and women die for who knows what and who knows why
But it's the worst thing I could do
To spend what little time I'm given here to live a life
Wasting one just wishin' I had two
The American dream
Is getting closer to doing nothing than to making two ends meet
And I can't imagine in my children's children's sleep
What they'll have left of the American dream
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Thompson
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