Mike was right when he said I’d put up a fight to be someone, a fight to be me,
But see now,
I’m down under the pavement of Capital Hill’s lowercase people,
As time rolls by my dreams have become that which is attainable,
Not what I’m looking for.
I’ve got the company car,
I’m the one swinging at two below par,
Yeah, I’ve become one with the ones that I never believed in, but I’ve got the company car.
Hey, I’m the king of things I’ve always despised,
I’m the gingerbread man who got eaten alive,
I’m half baked, I’m fake, but see I’ve got hotels on Park Place and Boardwalk and two hundred bucks,
I pass go, but oh, life’s taken it’s toll,
Have I won Monopoly, but forfeit my soul?
But see I’ve got the company car,
I’m the one swinging at two below par,
Yeah, I’ve become one with the ones that I never believed in, but I’ve got the company car.
Yeah all the kings horses at the foot of the wall, they’re taking pictures of the man who’s lost all of his masks of pretension,
He’s got two faces left; his is the one that he hides on the left, behind that smile,
Hiding tears and fear that burns like an engine,
It drives him away from the ones that he loves,
Mike was right,
Hey Mike, we’re one and the same,
We’re the faceless combatants in the loneliest game,
Oh but say, I’ll wave as I’m driving by with that smirk in my eye.
Yelling, “Hey, I’m something, man, check me out.”
I’ve got the company car,
I’m the one swinging at two below par,
Yeah, I’ve become one with the ones that I never believed in, but I’ve got the company car,
Yeah, check me out,
I’ve got the company car,
Yeah, check me out,
I’ve got the company car, yeah.
