It seems to me today that you can fly
As high as the amount of freedom you can buy
And the rich is gettin' richer, so the poor get stoned
And never seem to get left alone
And all the crazy people down in Hollywood
Tryin' to make a million dollars and always up to no good
Wouldn't care to sell their mother to get the cover of the Rolling Stone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And there ain't no perfect picture and there ain't no perfect dream
If you ain't got any money then you ain't got anything
You ain't got an invitation to all the parties in the scene
Then your day might never arrive
If you go to church on Sunday, you're forgiven of your sins
But you better check your conscience 'cause it might not let you in
There's a price to pay for everything collected in the end
But you'll never ride for free
So whatever happened to the meaning of equality
Has it blurred in the wind through the pages of our history?
So eat all you can till you're fat and you're rippin' at the seams
And it's all in the name of a Distorted American Dream
So celebrate your money and you celebrate your pills
Throw your ethics out the window to keep your house up on the hill
You gotta get while getting's good and keep your name within the scene
To keep all of your dreams alive
So whatever happened to the meaning of equality
Has it blurred in the wind through the pages of our history?
So eat all you can till you're fat and you're rippin' at the seams
And it's all in the name of a Distorted American Dream
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
It seems to me today that you can fly (yeah, yeah, yeah)
As high as the amount of freedom you can buy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And the rich is gettin' richer, so the poor get stoned (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And never seem to get left alone (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And all the crazy people down in Hollywood (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tryin' to make a million dollars and always up to no good (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wouldn't care to sell their mother to get the cover of the Rolling Stone
Whatever happened to the meaning of equality
Has it blurred in the wind through the pages of our history?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
So eat all you can till you're fat and you're rippin' at the seams
And it's all in the name of a Distorted American Dream (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's more than it seems (yeah, yeah, yeah)
The American dream (yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's more than it seems (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)