Ball In The House - Fantasy Land Lyrics
Going to my big 9 to 5 jobEverybody's going to their big 9 to 5 jobYou punch in your card and then turn your brain offEverybody's going to their big corporationYou were feeding from a bottle then, now you're feeding from a troughBut I'm in fantasylandWhere I'm driving past the cattleThey make you build a boxYou squeeze yourself inAnd tell yourself that dreamingIs some kind of sinBut I'd rather live in a box on the streetThan to have some Martha Stewart tell me what caviar to eat(I tell Martha what to eat)When I torch your office you'll wish you lit the matchWhen I torch the teacher's lounge you'll wish you lit the matchBut I'm in fantasylandI'm sick of realityMy mom and dad liedThe world doesn't revolve around meMy eyes are open wideI made a bargain in kindergartenI told myself to push myself and wait for tomorrowDo I matter in this scheme?Or take one for the team?Or take one for the team, a team I never understoodGoing to my big 9 to 5 jobThey teach you to give upTo paint inside the linesYou have no purposeBut to spit up spit out spit it backTake a look around, cause it's you they're putting downYou'll wish you were in fantasylandEverybody's going to their big 9 to 5 jobEverybody's going but they don't want to go no, no, noI'm in fantasyland
