The DC3 - The Boy In The Box lyrics

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 d**h comes calling like Shylock You may not really? distraught? No sh** Sherlock My dreams may float like a balloon But I live in a box