When success is equated with excess
The ambition for excess wrecks us
As the top of the mine becomes the bottom line
When sucess is equated with excess
If your time ain’t been nothin’ but money
I start to feel really bad for you, honey
Maybe, huney, put your money where your mouth’s been runnin
If your time ain’t been nothin’ but money
I want out of this machine
It doesn’t feel like freedom
This ain’t my American Dream
I wanna live and die for bigger things
I’m tired of fighting for just me
This ain’t my American Dream
When success is equated with excess
When you’re fighting for the beam of the Lexus
As the top of the mine becomes the bottom line
when sucess is equated with excess
I want out of this machine
It doesn’t feel like freedom
This ain’t my American Dream
I wanna live and die for bigger things
I’m tired of fighting for just me
This ain’t my American Dream
‘Cuz baby’s always talkin’ ’bout her ring
And talk has always been the cheapest thing
Is it true, would you do what I want you to,
If I show up with the right amount of bling
Like a puppet on a monetary string
Maybe we’ve been caught singing «Red, White, Blue and Green»
But that ain’t my American Dream
This ain’t my American Dream
I wanna live and die for bigger things
I’m tired of fighting for just me
This ain’t my American Dream
