its mediocracy at its best | 1 |
its white picket fences seperating Hondas from Hummers | 2 |
you sold out on your childhood dreams | 3 |
to relocate in middle America | 4 |
mixed up on aged Scotch and | 5 |
paying to have the milk delivered. | 6 |
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it only rains on this side of the fence | 7 |
and nothing touches your brick house | 8 |
with the solid Oak double doors | 9 |
as it costs so much money to alienate the world around you | 10 |
you'd change your name to Pierre or Vince | 11 |
if the world didn't already know you as frank. | 12 |
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on this side of the fence you can't charge self-respect | 13 |
but over there you can hide behind your Rolex | 14 |
and buy your love at Tiffany's | 15 |
lucky for you when they find out who you are | 16 |
and when you fall from the Great Wall to our hand-planted grass | 17 |
we'll dust you off. | 18 |