Man One:

Wake up greet the day with the afternoon sun
Have to be at work by a quarter to one. 
Give a yank, to the khakis and the collar in my closet 
To the bank, where I take out even more than I deposit. 
Quarter tank of gas, enough to make it there at least 
Draw a blank on how I ended up a sandwich artist

Repeat the routine keep on smiling despite 
I feel like I'm Han Solo frozen in carbonite. 
Where I punch my little time card likе I'm punching panel siding 
And I bunch my dreams togethеr till I can't find where they're hiding. 
Subs for lunch again maybe a beer and a bowl of cereal 
I've a hunch I'm not Subway Manager material

Frankly there's no prospects in 'Franklin, West Virginia' 
You settle for a fraction of bliss. 
Minimum life, minimum love, minimum wealth, minimum action. 
My story gets worse with every page 
Doing maximum time at minimum wage

Home sweet shack again hit the bed with no shower 
No use getting clean for five fifteen an hour. 
When you die, all you have is 'life experience' and knowledge 
Time goes by, look you're in your seventh year of college
Blink and now you're buried by the loans that you've accrued 
So you lie to everyone about the job you do
Frankly there's no prospects in 'Franklin, West Virginia' 
You settle for a fraction of bliss. 
Minimum life, minimum love, minimum wealth, minimum action. 
I'm a fine wine spoiled at an early age 
In my forest green hat saying "you want to drink with that?" 
Doing maximum time at minimum wage

I can be something greater

Man Two: 
I can be something greater

Man Three: 
I can be something greater

All Three:
Then the least common denominator

Man Three:
Turn and toss in bed over the things that I'm not 

Man Two:
There's no place like home if you like to sit and rot
 
Man Three:
So we ride and we try to give each trip a deeper meaning
Man Two: 
And we hide we're growing up so there's no use intervening
 
All Three:
We decide to run it's our generations cancer 
Terrified of being trapped searching for - the answer

Man One:
- The Lamest story ever put on stage 

All Three:
Everybody sing a song 

Man One:
You want a '6 inch or footlong? 

All Three:
Doing maximum time at minimum wage. 

Man One:
Sooner more than later let me do something greater 
Than maximum time at minimum wage