Places, get in your places
A single file design
U.S. assembly line
Faces, look at all these faces
By the end of junior high
They won't even know what they could have been
Freedom, Where is this freedom
They fed us all the dream
It came in the shade of green
Meanwhile, everyone's trying to buy a smile
And that's the reason why
We don't even know what we could have been
Right from day one they told us all
Get good grades and we'll be fine
Get good grades to go to school go to school to get a job
Get a job to buy a house Buy a house a fancy car
Our finals days they roll around,
we don't even know just who we are
We dont even know what we could have been
Places, they put us in our places
They teach us number rhymes
We'll all forget in time
But creation, spans generations
Now tell me one more time
Why we don't even know what we could have been