Dreaming from the Waist

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, yeah

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 and 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, wo