Lyrics

everyone's got too much on, working when the world outside is spinning
do you really need that second home? second car? dvd home cinema?
kids heads stay rammed in screens, the subway sleeps forgotten teens
do we really need the quicker way? fill your lungs, a summer's day

ever wonder how it feels to be good with all you've got?
sleeping on our feet, snoring at the plot
working on our knees for a dream we all forgot , and will it make you happy?

every week needs three new days, seven to work, the rest to share for some living
do you really buy the american dream? the two point four? and have grass that's always green
big suits going home at ten up at four for a killing again
and the tramps get trampled on, don't look back the past is gone

ever wonder how it feels to be good with all you've got?
sleeping on our feet, snoring at the plot
working on our knees for a dream we all forgot, and will it make you happy?

you could push a little more if you like, cashing in on a dream breastfed from the cradle
I can see those lights, city lights, shine them far and see who we really are
big sun on a morning sky, dries the tear from the Indians eye
we've got arms, an open road, dig yourself out of the hole

ever wonder how it feels to be good with all you've got?
sleeping on our feet, snoring at the plot
working on our knees for a dream we all forgot, and will it make you happy?