Well thank God for freedom
for we would not be here
Two miles from a strip mall

A fridge full of beer
In suburban America we can live happy and white
tell me is this the dream that they had in mind

Do they live, fight and die
so we can spend all our time
Keepin' up with the Jonses

with the money and homes that we buy
And we think we're better then our next door neighbor
who plays his damn music too loud

And our yard is nicer, just look at our side
tho your (fence may take long) in this town
Just livin' the American Dream

It's more like a nightmare that I can't wake up from
bein' chased by a rabbit I'm too poor to outrun
I'm tellin' you it won't matter

how you're keepin' score
what cause may be better
or what your livin' for

'Cause the dates and the names
are the only difference
'tween my tombstone and yours


There they sit in the mansions
right down the road

from a card board box village
we turned up our nose on the way to the night club
Here is the place to be seen

And I know it's cliche but it's most likely true
but for the grace of God Almighty that could be you
beggin' for some change

so you could get a little somethin' to eat

But all we can think of is

who's bed we'll end up in
So we can impress all our friends
So lets drink one more round

to peace, love and trash
So bemoan all the money we spent
Just livin' the American Dream

It's more like a nightmare
I can't wake up from
Being chased by a rabbit I'm too poor to outrun

I'm tellin' you it don't matter
how you're keepin score
what cause may be better

what you're livin' for
'Cause the dates and the names
are the only difference

'tween my tombstone and yours
Yeah the dates and the names
are the only difference

'tween my tombstone and yours