State Street Lyrics

It seems I've made it to the American Dream

10th floor suite on this cities state street

Where our suits pressed neat and our collars stay clean

It seems I've made it to the American Dream

On state street we smile for a piece of the pie

Stand down and comply for the boss walking by

But the works stacked up high while the pieces stay slight

On state street we smile for a piece of the pie

I can't feel their hearts and I can't hear their minds

But I see the same empty in their bloodshot eyes

On state street the buildings are scraping the skies

But all of our happy is just a disguise

Here we are now with our lives in a strain

Missed out on birthdays and kids baseball games

All for the company to realize a gain

Here we are now with our lives in a strain

I can't feel their hearts and I can't hear their minds

But I see the same empty in their bloodshot eyes

On state street the buildings are scraping the skies

But all of our happy is just a disguise

All of our happy is just a disguise

I can't feel their hearts and I can't hear their minds

But I see the same empty in their bloodshot eyes

On state street the buildings are scraping the skies

But all of our happy is just a disguise

All of our happy is just a disguise