Song Lyrics

Alright
When success is equated with excess
The ambition for excess wrecks us
As the top of the mind becomes the bottom line
Where success is equated with excess
If your time had been nothing but money
I start to feel really bad for you honey
Maybe honey put your money
Where your mouth's been running
If your time had been nothing but money

I want out of this machine
It doesn't feel like freedom
This ain't my American dream
I want to live and die for bigger things
I'm tired of fighting for just me
This ain't my American dream

Success is equated with excess
When you're fighting for the Beamer, the Lexus
As the heart and the soul breathe in the company goals
Where success is equated with excess

I want out of this machine
It doesn't feel like freedom
This ain't my American dream
I want to live and die for bigger things
I'm tired of fighting for just me
This ain't my American dream

'Cause baby's always talking about her ring
And talk has always been the cheapest thing
Is it true, would you do what I want you to
If I show with the right amount of bling
Like a puppet on a monetary string
Maybe we've been caught singing
Red, white, blue, and green
But that ain't my America
That ain't my American dream

This ain't my American dream
That ain't my American dream
I want to live and die for bigger things
I want to live and die for bigger things
I'm tired of fighting for just me
This ain't my American dream

Jon Foreman