You said, "We'll be fine," "We'll make a living and the world will be kind" And you said, "We'll be free," "We'll make some money and you'll sleep beside me" But oh man, oh man, man, oh man What are we doing? You said, "Just be strong," "We'll keep on laughing like there's nothing wrong" You said, "There's a chance," "We'll settle down with a white picket fence" But oh man, oh man, man, oh man, man, oh man What are we doing? 'Cause I, I don't want to just be fine I don't want to live a fan's tint life With the alarm set stumped inside I, I don't want to just be good There's an aching to be something more Body on the store, on the store But man, oh man, man, oh man, man by man What are we doing?