One day I won't be insane won't play oh that foolish game we all need to play
For you to get yours and me to get my way
Somedays I don't have the will for another run of the mill kind of day
I'm sparing the change for your hearsay

Saying look at what we've become
Drive me to drink or drive me to get a gun
Better not be the chosen one
For you break your back on a slip of the tongue
Saying look how far we've come

Television selling this and that pretty women say
I wanna look like that" more than willing to pay
All of that money, but he still won't stay
Little children hear your father scream every action like a puppet on a string
The exact same way
With all of your mind falling to prey

Screaming look at what we've become
You drive me to drink and buy me another one
Better not be the chosen one
For you break your back on the slip of the tongue
Saying look how far we've come
Saying look how far we've come