This Fantastic Nightmare

Tom is a man I'd like to punch
In the face
Make him bleed
All over his favorite shirt
No one 'round to clean it up
And he has to go to work
Give a speech
PowerPoint
Covered in the stain of
He knows what he did

Jerry's a man I'd like to rip
Right in half
Like a check
That you wrote but cannot cash
Went to big
Wishful thought
Now it's bits of paper trash
Cancel that
Can't tape up
Useless detritus of
You know what you did

Take me out of this fantastic nightmare
I'm trying to live my life
Daydream
Me into a fantasy life where
They never were

I am a man I'd like to stare
In the face
In the eyes
In the pupils where I see
What went wrong
Where it turned
Exactly how it came to be
Can't move on
Can't get past
Can't forget the fact that
I know what I did

Ain't it a shame
When your life's beautiful
Yet hated
For what you can't defeat
Ain't it a shame
To beat yourself up on a Sunday
When you deserve reprieve

Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh

Take me out of this fantastic nightmare
I'm trying to live my life
Ain't it a shame
To beat yourself up on a Sunday