..and I want nothing more than to    Make it seem logical for a change    We're mothers when it's only viable    And fathers if it's marketable    And can I make a million dollars    If I sold her golden egg       Everybody's all American, future gattacan.       For I am nothing more than your self-absorbed    Utopia so vain..    For what you call flaw I call character    That separates one from another    And if we all looked the same    Our uniqueness becomes erased       Everybody's all American, future gattacan.       Deep within bitter fantasies    Deep within    Oh lord i'm praying for your storm about to come    Trapped in utopia, i've learned to trust no one    I'm growing number to the hedonistic plea's    Same ones back then that killed    THE CHILD INSIDE OF ME!!!!    And those thorns they grow inside of me       All American, future gattacan       Everybody's all American, future gattacan.       Living the lie, living the lie    Deep within bitter fantasies