A picket fence, a perfect lawn
A coffee at the break of dawn
It's all a fantasy
In reruns on TV
Accepting I will never own
A happy Norman Rockwell home
With two kids and a wife
A stable modest life
The AC can't beat summer's heat
The traffic moves at glacial speeds
I'm drifting off into post-modern dreams
It isn't fun, it isn't fair
To live to serve the billionaires
So I won't fight for scraps
Now I'm lying on my back
I'm dropping out, I can't compete
Kick off your boots and rest your feet
Cause working hard is dumb
When there's no prize to be won
The AC can't beat summer's hеat
The traffic moves at glacial speeds
I'm drifting off into post-modern drеams
A flannel shirt and worn blue jeans
An address on a quiet street
And a girl to love is all I'd ever need
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