A man sits alone in a room without weed,
Counting all the underwear hes peed,
With a long face, and a short dild,
All he needs is a pack of pills,
And he would be the American Dream,
The dream of a real life,
The dream of a clothed race,
Of fucking wannabes gathered in one place,
Called school,
With lines of desks splattered in drool,
And a half-ass at the front,
With a list of sober rules,
And a purse full of pills and stupid shit,
And a gut full of hardened stool.
Grow up and follow the trail of drool,
From college to the unemployment line,
From homeroom to the assembly line,
From graduation to the line at the bank,
Donate your life to Satan,
Go have yourself a drank,
And pretend its not happening,
Go look for a job,
And scrounge together your penny collection,
For a Colt 45 and a pack of government slyme.
Or snap out of your coma,
Put away your boner,
Step out of the food stamp line,
And answer to the voice thats been calling you!
Dream big!
Dream loud!
Make your own soul proud!
Forget about your douchebag boss!
And put the pills down!
Kick him in the crotch,
And write your goals down!
Success is what you want!
Or a life kicking ass toward your dream!
Id rather be dead along the way,
Than have my pee tested for green!
Collect your thoughts,
And dig deep to rekindle your life,
Find your true self deep inside,
Crack your third eye open wide!
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