We don't know what we'll be when we grow up Hope to know before our time is up We try to be realistic, but we're so damn artistic All these dreams, wake me up We're quitting jobs and going back to school We're learning skills and sharpening our tools Let's toast the over-qualified, do you want scrambled or fried? Sugar, honey, take me for a fool We don't know what we'll be when we grow up Hope to know before our time is up Perfect prey for cults and kooks, we're banking on a fluke Can I invite you to my show? This artwork is big and black There's an explanation on the back Wake up feeling so ambitious, but mama's food is so delicious Mercy, take me home Take me home Take me home I said mercy mercy mercy Take me home They're coughing on about ladders and careers We're saving up to run away from here If it turns out life's a bitch, then we can marry rich Bite our tongue and volunteer We don't know what we'll be when we grow up Hope to know before our time is up We try to be realistic, but we're so damn artistic All these dreams All these dreams All these dreams, wake me up