The wingspan of my exploits is vast as the sea
Familiar commencement, familiar routine
As my Mother lay dying, my Father would scream
“Son, do you dream the American dream?”
Oh no, not me
Not on your life
I’m gonna live on the edge of a knife
And prey on the fools who should handle it timidly
You had your big dreams and planted a seed
You wanted a flower, but turned out a weed
My petals will curl
Familiar commencement, familiar routine
As my Mother lay dying, my Father would scream
“Son, do you dream the American dream?”
Oh no, not me
Not on your life
I’m gonna live on the edge of a knife
And prey on the fools who should handle it timidly
You had your big dreams and planted a seed
You wanted a flower, but turned out a weed
My petals will curl
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