I'll grow my beard long
wash my body clean
and live the nightmare of
the American dream
You might ask me
for a dollar
but all I can give you
is a dime
I aint got no money but
I'm doing fine
cutting my grass
and growing mean
I'm living the nightmare
of the American dream
I'm living on the edge
of insanity
but I can still see
a glimpse of reality
the melting pot
is boiling over
once again
I'm living the nightmare
of the American dream
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