And the sight of the sun, rising, seems to
  Invalidate the words of the man so much wiser than myself
  Tells me how to work my life away, so that I may someday
  Die, knowing that I compromised
  My intentions, and let my dreams turn to dust and fade away
  leaving nothing, just so I can say
  I've been a good boy mamma, played the part that I was assigned
  Never questioned anything, never stepped out of line
  But it's been eighteen years now
  Of having my intentions drilled in the ground
  It's been too many years now
  Of having my dreams beaten down
  I remember all the crazy dreams we had when we were younger
  All ending finalized, by the prospect of working 9 to 5
  And we believed it then, and we believe it now, but now I'm so much stronger
  And I just can't see how we can sell ourselves short any longer
  It don't mean much, much to me
  I'm content, Human Being