Dreaming From The Waist (Live At Swansea Football Ground, 1976)

I feel like I want to break out of the house

My heart is a-pumping, I've got sand in my mouth

I feel like I'm heading up to a cardiac arrest

I want to scream in the night, I want a manifest

I've got that wide awake, give and take

Five o'clock in the morning feeling

I've got the hots for the sluts

In the well thumbed pages of a magazine

I wanna drive, wanna drive like I do in the dreams

I've never really been in

I want to hump, want to jump, want to heat up

Cool down in a dream machine

Dreaming from the waist on down

I'm dreaming but I feel tired and bound

I'm dreaming of a day when a cold shower helps my health

Dreaming, dreaming of the day I can control myself

I drive like a priest and then I'm shooting dice

I'm burning tires with some guy whose hair is turning white

The girls that I pass, they're just ain't impressed

I'm too old to give up, but too young to rest

I've got that numb-to-a-thumb over-dubbed

Well, the plot starts to thicken

Then I sicken and I feel I'm cemented down

I'm so juiced that the whorey lady's

Sad sad story has me quietly weeping

But here comes the morning

Here comes the yawning demented clown

Dreaming from the waist on down

I'm dreaming but I feel tired and bound

I'm dreaming of a day when a cold shower helps my health

Dreaming, dreaming of the day I can control myself

The day I can control myself