| No rags to riches, slave to the grind | |
| Lost in a bottle, I got wrecked out of my mind | |
| Wait for the weekend, wait for a thrill | |
| Five days of bullshit made me crucify my will | |
| Stone cold sober to make ends meet | |
| I realize that I don't live on easy street | |
| Give me a reason, why should I stay? | |
| Don't have the guts to leave | |
| I'm just wishing it away | |
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| If I had wings to fly | |
| I would be gone with no goodbyes | |
| If I had wings to fly | |
| Welcome to freedom, I'll ride the sky | |
| Life is a rat race, don't rock the boat | |
| Keepin' up with the Joneses before you get too old | |
| Suburban victims control the game | |
| Don't need no ticket to get on that gravy train | |
| (Chorus) | |
| I wish I could fly away | |
| And leave this world behind | |
| No dreams about yesterday | |
| Spread my wings and fly | |
| (Chorus) |