Left home with the best of intentions

Now she's fed up with the pressure and tensions

And how no one in her life

Ever lived the life that they talked about

Digested all of their lessons

Now she's trying her best to forget them

For the first time in her life

Left to live the life that she talked about

But her truck broke down just outside of town

She never planned on having all of her plans get fucked

So she starts to cry and kick the pick-up's side

The Ford sputters to life by some stroke of luck

And she just laughs a kinda nervous laugh

And hopes that the best of intention's will be enough

Six o'clock and it's time to rise

She's got work in an hour and bloodshot eyes

And it's just another day

Gotta get the fuck up and get paid

Head is aching and her feet are sore

Six bucks an hour to be Wal-Mart's whore

And she's selling her weekdays

To buy her weekend's back when she gets paid

She starts breaking down on the bus cross-town

She never planned on having all of her plans get fucked

This dream is all a lie, she's feeling broke inside

And her self just wants to self-destruct

She spits and bleeds and cries

Sometimes, it doesn't seem that best intentions'll be enough

But they wave the flag and they make us proud we're the chosen few

Just don't drag them down or ask them how they hold the bottom line

Good morning, America, how are you

Quit pretending you're some friend of mine

This country's all broke down, we're fucking nowhere bound

They say that hopes and dreams just aren't gonna make the cut

But she won't compromise, she's planning a big surprise

“That's fine”, she says, and turns now in disgust

And they just laugh a kinda nervous laugh

Cuz one day she'll be back to fuck shit up

And until that day she won't give in

Not until the best of intentions are enough