Buried Underneath the America Dream Songtext

von Jim Guittard

You're buried underneath the America Dream.
You got no time for nothing.
Sit at your cubicle for hours and hours.
Don't forget about your paper towers.

Pick up the phone and talk to people you don't like.
What's it all for? You wish you could take a hike.
No, you gotta pay off your credit cards.
And listen to all the flippin' retards.

Go back home and you're tired.
So you drink some coffee and get wired.
And you get in a rage
Cause you had a terrible day.

Turn on the tube for the brainwashing.
They tell ya how to feel and it really stings.
Pop open the beer let your head fill with fear.
That leads to absolutely nothing to hear

Do it all over again the next day.
Keep on in the monotonous robotic way.
When will you say, "Is it all worth this?"
Probably only after you sink to the abyss.

Go back home and you're tired.
So you drink some coffee and get wired.
And you get in a rage
Cause you had a terrible day.