they want the truth but they keep on drawing blanks they torture you you're not giving up the facts they can't make you tell the truth they can't tell
i'm on a mission i'm in position i'm on a fucking roll you ain't seen nothing i'll show you something out of fucking control i don't go back because my
you got an identity crisis who are you and what do you believe and why do you care what i think well i believe that you're taking up space so make up
so this bad joke comes to an end i can't believe that we were friends i don't know what you think about me do you really think that you're superior to
will i get locked up in the mental ward am i headed for a straitjacket or am i just bored is it genetics or is it me pulling my hair out wondering what
you say i need help you're gonna read me the riot act i'm stuck in the refrigerator of your ignorance well i don't wanna be here today i don't wanna be
creeping in the bushes spying on old ladies he's a trembling psycho fingering his wallet drooling like a baby waiting for the homos prancing all around
happen at three or four a.m. some blurry half formed picture of some half forgotten friend becomes clear but i can't hold it ti happens in my dreams
i'm happy that you're so appalled you don't stand for anything at all just listento your bitching whining accusations your petty provincialism i don't
the days are shorter now but you remember now i just wish that you weren't remembering that way you're gonna kill yourself everything is gray everything
the change .. chorus welcome to the city of dreams when you never have to wake up from a nightmare so you better pack heavy welcome to the city of dreams
work it out But first come on and let it out Scream it shout tell everybody that your gonna leave In about one year you'll have it all figured out These big city dreams
battle ahead, many battles are lost But you'll can never see the end of the road While you're traveling with me Hey now, hey now don't dream it's over
at the occult coronation Tho' gold always rises Strata of wonders quickly pall The gleam of dreams is brighter than the glister of fossilised pageants Dream city
I dreamt last night I was far away Where coyotes howl and cotton woods sway Casting shadows in firelight A cowboy moon burns so bright And I don't care
down To a hilly seaside town in the rainfall Oh, me and my baby stand in line You've never seen a sight so fine As the love that's gonna shine at city
trial The sixty-five year old poet, he's still finding his voice I read his old yellow clipping calling him the poor man's shithouse joyce The impossible dream
than we ever knew we could be As strong as that statue that stands for the promise Of liberty, here in this city of dreams, liberty, here in this city of dreams