You got a job
You got a home
You got wife and kids
You got a car you own

And you want more

You got yourself a cool guitar
You got a quite good band
You got an indie contract
You got a bunch of fans

Bridge:
You want a bigger piece of cake
Someone to push around
Some brainless little wanker
You can trample into the ground

You want that perfect feeling
You want that perfect man
You want that perfect woman
You want that perfect tan

Bridge:
You’ve got everything you wanted
And still it isn’t right
The grass is always greener
On the other side

Chorus:
You tried so hard and still it doesn’t show
Yeah you still suffer pindick problems
You want a perfect plan to make it grow
A proven penis enlargement program

A guitar and a contract
A necktie and a suit
A latte macchiato
The finest indian food

A job a car a family
A house a dog an appletree
The looks the brains the perfect skin
And still you hate the one you’re in

Bridge:
You want it more than perfect
You want to rule the world
You want to have your own Rome
You want to see it burn
Here’s Mr. Freud to have his sa