Hey mister music
With all your allusions
Your forgone conclusions
Your grand delusions
Hey mister music
My name’s not honey
Don’t call me dear
My eyes are up here
I am not your American Dream, your American Dream
I am not your American Dream, your American Dream
Hey mister music
The life of the party
Where everyone’s pretty
And everyone’s easy
I am not your American Dream, your American Dream
I am not your American Dream, your American Dreamgirl
Beautiful, wasted
Surrounded by the world that made us
Plastic and wanted
Subscribing to your airbrushed magazines
Filled with American Dreamgirls
I won’t be silenced
By your small minded validation
Your silicone creation
Rock’n’roll masturbation