And the sight of the sun, rising, seems to   Invalidate the words of the man so much wiser than myself   Tells me how to work my life away, so that I may someday   Die, knowing that I compromised   My intentions, and let my dreams turn to dust and fade away   leaving nothing, just so I can say   I've been a good boy mamma, played the part that I was assigned   Never questioned anything, never stepped out of line   But it's been eighteen years now   Of having my intentions drilled in the ground   It's been too many years now   Of having my dreams beaten down   I remember all the crazy dreams we had when we were younger   All ending finalized, by the prospect of working 9 to 5   And we believed it then, and we believe it now, but now I'm so much stronger   And I just can't see how we can sell ourselves short any longer   It don't mean much, much to me   I'm content, Human Being