Ball In The House - Fantasy Land lyrics

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Going to my big 9 to 5 job Everybodys going to their big 9 to 5 job You punch in your card and then turn your brain off Everybodys going to their big corporation You were feeding from a bottle then, now youre feeding from a trough But Im in fantasyland Where Im driving past the cattle They make you build a box You squeeze yourself in And tell yourself that dreaming Is some kind of sin But Id rather live in a box on the street Than to have some Martha Stewart tell me what caviar to eat (I tell Martha what to eat) When I torch your office youll wish you lit the match When I torch the teachers lounge youll wish you lit the match But Im in fantasyland Im sick of reality My mom and dad lied The world doesnt revolve around me My eyes are open wide I made a bargain in kindergarten I told myself to push myself and wait for tomorrow Do I matter in this scheme? Or take one for the team? Or take one for the team, a team I never understood Going to my big 9 to 5 job They teach you to give up To paint inside the lines You have no purpose But to spit up spit out spit it back Take a look around, cause its you they\'re putting down Youll wish you were in fantasyland Everybodys going to their big 9 to 5 job Everybodys going but they dont want to go no, no, no Im in fantasyland