Life Of Dreams

Just an average Joe tried smoking dope

in High School drinking liquor to be cool,

who the fuck you tryin' to fool,

drive a V-8 but not a real muscle car,

sure it's all that you can afford,

a piece of shit and nothing more.

Just what kind of winner do you think you are?

Gaining weight and writing letters to the loves you've lost,

write a book you'll never send,

pretend you Jean-Luc Picard,

you'd bang the sexy counselor on the starship Enterprise,

if fantasies were gold, you'd be a millionaire,

but it still wouldn't be enough to buy you a new personality.

A day-to-day existance is just below your means,

with fate to bang you in the ass with

misery your company service jobs and cable-boxes

have replaced the good old days of high school,

failed suicides and endless teenage misery your only purpose

I can see except for making daisies grow,

is to teach the rest of us how not to waste our lives.

What a nightmare it must be to be no one at all,

to take up space and waste the air and never get the wake-up call,

unwanted, unloved,

is how you'll go to your grave,

nothing but aspertions cast in your wake,

reality for you must suck,

no more than a wart on the face of the world!