Going to my big 9 to 5 job   Everybody’s going to their big 9 to 5 job   You punch in your card and then turn your brain off   Everybody’s going to their big corporation   You were feeding from a bottle then, now you’re feeding from a trough   But I’m in fantasyland   Where I’m 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 I’d 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 you’ll wish you lit the match   When I torch the teacher’s lounge you’ll wish you lit the match   But I’m in fantasyland   I’m sick of reality   My mom and dad lied   The world doesn’t 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 it’s you they're putting down   You’ll wish you were in fantasyland   Everybody’s going to their big 9 to 5 job   Everybody’s going but they don’t want to go no, no, no   I’m in fantasyland