• Dear mom and dad,
    how are you guys?
    oh you know me
    smoked, way high

    I got a new tourniquet
    for my reopened scar
    Its really neat
    tighter then the last

    I close my eyes
    and breath in deep
    Oh chloroform,
    you always put me at ease

    I zip up my jacket,
    take a few swigs,
    walk out the door
    at two 'o six

    I thought I'd heard you crying
    as I went outside
    I think I heard you praying
    demanding reasons why

    I know what you want
    The American Dream
    a job and a house
    and a wife for me

    a good paying job
    a sweet nice car
    a little friendly golf
    and some extra cash

    But as for me,
    what can I say?
    These lies that you feed
    don't seem to stay

    So maybe I've had my days
    were everything stays as good as it seems
    but we know enough,
    its not the American Dream

    So save you prayers
    And save your lies
    for the next person
    who stands in line

    For every single plea,
    for every single scream
    of he who fell in love
    with The American Dream