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Текст песни The Boy In The Box

We are all in the gutter, some of us look at the stars
Rest of us settle for job, mortgage and cars
Life changes the locks when opportunity knocks
Our dreams may float like a balloon
But we live in a box

Progress drags us backward ever deep into the mire
Without technology, you're some kind of pariah
Happiness is apocryphal
Like Nessie in the Loch
Our dreams may float like a balloon
But we live in a box

Woah, you can sneer at balloon boy
And the fantasy
Of his nutbag dad who
Spells science with a "P"
Woah, they say you'll never be a prisoner
Of society
I mean
Who'd sell their dignity for a gig on reality

I don't know, but take for argument's sake, me.

Behold the great artist
Lectures from his lofty spot
What you see is what is not
Tell you what, here's my subplot
I'll go to work, accept my lot
I'll watch the clock, tick tock tick tock
I don't see any paradox
When death comes calling like Shylock
You may not really ? distraught?
No shit Sherlock

My dreams may float like a balloon
But I live in a box