It's Such A Bitter Reality,

This Material Construction Of Life

Leaves So Much To Be Desired.

Step In Line, I'll Spend My Life

But What Change Will I Receive

What Difference Will I Make.



Advertised Is Make Life Matter,

Of Course No Directions Are Supplied.

Well I Know I'm A Fool For Not Accepting The Present,

And That The Real Issue Is What I Make Of It,

But If Money In The Pocket Is The Meaning Of Life

Then I Must Dream Abroad.

If That's The Dream I Must Dream Abroad.

If That's The American Dream I Must Dream Abroad



He Doesn't Question Your Existence,

Well I Think Therefore I Am...

But Who I'm Not Is What I Want To Be.

Would You Call That The Master Plan?

Call Me Faithless, Call Me Faceless,

I Just Stand Uneasily Clutching For An Answer.

I Don't Want To Whine

'cause I've Had It Somewhat Easy,

And I Haven't Spent Much Time

Seeking Out A Righteous Meaning

I Guess It'd Be Too Simply Easy,

And Maybe Too Cliche To Just Give Me A Sign...

Is That Too Much To Ask?

Is That Too Much To Ask?