Last night I had this dream that I took you out of power.
All your plans had fallen through.
You had ambition, and I took that too.
I dethroned you. I'm now the king of this castle,
And you will atone for your sins.
I think I'm better off without.
But they all sound the same.
All these singers singing
They play the same games.
You're as crooked as the California coast line.
So I'm sending you a tornado to get back east.
I think I'm better off without.
And maybe your fear will subside.
You're a real piece of work.
I guess I'll be seeing you around