American Daydream Lyrics

Now he's got a good job

Pays well

In a world of round holes

Squares don't oft excel

Born a little wild child

Is he on his meds?

Iron out the wrinkles

Sand away the edge

Picking up on subplots

No one else could catch

But losing sight of foreground

Failing all the tests

A little isolation

Goes a long way

We do it for his own good

You misunderstood

Your time is up, your pencils down, you're the class clown

You won't get far on American daydreams

Hide your smirk, show your work, and get Cs

The clay of you that's shaped by me

Forget the I become the we

Right angled edges to pi squared depressions

The kids know you're different, you fuckup, you idiot

With all of these round holes, a square never fits in

But now he's got his shit together

Traded all his flair for fetter

And now he's got a good job