In this land of plenty
What happened to our dreams
Can? t even find a mangosteen
Can? t find an e.e. cummings
Or a Martin Luther King
Just online porn & SUVs
I don? t care much anymore
The world seems sad and lonely
I lay down on the floor
And try to sleep
And dream about the days
When life was more than
Just a Xanax and 3 hrs of TV
Where are all the grandmas
The Mark Twains & the Beats
What happened to our make believe
The smell of toast on Sundays
Or falling space debris
The freighters slowly cross the sea
I don? t care much anymore? etc.
What happened to our dreams
Can? t even find a mangosteen
Can? t find an e.e. cummings
Or a Martin Luther King
Just online porn & SUVs
I don? t care much anymore
The world seems sad and lonely
I lay down on the floor
And try to sleep
And dream about the days
When life was more than
Just a Xanax and 3 hrs of TV
Where are all the grandmas
The Mark Twains & the Beats
What happened to our make believe
The smell of toast on Sundays
Or falling space debris
The freighters slowly cross the sea
I don? t care much anymore? etc.