Dreaming From the Waist [Live][*]

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 want to drive, want to fly 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

I'm 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

I'm dreaming, dreaming of the day I can control myself

Day I can control myself

Sound like a priest and then I'm shooting dice

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

I know the girls that I pass, they 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

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

I'm dreaming, but I know it's all hot air

I'm dreaming, I'll get back to that rocking chair

I'm dreaming, dreaming of the day I can control myself

Day I can control myself

Hey, hey!

The day I can control myself