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Well thank God for freedomfor we would not be hereTwo miles from a strip mallA fridge full of beerIn suburban America we can live happy and whitetell me is this the dream that they had in mindDo they live, fight and dieso we can spend all our timeKeepin' up with the Jonseswith the money and homes that we buyAnd we think we're better then our next door neighborwho plays his damn music too loudAnd our yard is nicer, just look at our sidetho your (fence may take long) in this townJust livin' the American DreamIt's more like a nightmare that I can't wake up frombein' chased by a rabbit I'm too poor to outrunI'm tellin' you it won't matterhow you're keepin' scorewhat cause may be betteror what your livin' for'Cause the dates and the namesare the only difference'tween my tombstone and yoursThere they sit in the mansionsSongtexteright down the roadfrom a card board box villagewe turned up our nose on the way to the night clubHere is the place to be seenAnd I know it's cliche but it's most likely truebut for the grace of God Almighty that could be youbeggin' for some changeso you could get a little somethin' to eatBut all we can think of is who's bed we'll end up inSo we can impress all our friendsSo lets drink one more roundto peace, love and trashSo bemoan all the money we spentJust livin' the American DreamIt's more like a nightmareI can't wake up fromBeing chased by a rabbit I'm too poor to outrunI'm tellin' you it don't matterhow you're keepin scorewhat cause may be betterwhat you're livin' for 'Cause the dates and the names are the only difference'tween my tombstone and yoursYeah the dates and the namesare the only difference'tween my tombstone and yours Aus Songtexte Mania