I've got a dream, but I don't know where it's from There's a monster under my bed Got a needle stuck inside my vein Feels like the living dead
You came and messed it up, you came and brought this cup You are the bug that grew, and who invited you?
The jellitot queen in a limousine I say the wayward son with the loaded gun But it was just a bad dream
I will not live like this and I will not die like this I will not live like this and I will not die like this Not gonna cry, not gonna cry, not gonna cry
Your mouth shouted promises Your heart whispered lies My tears like a waterfall
Psychedelic dream Sunday afternoon Like an irritating lyric from a loony tune Does this somehow represent my fate And then it kicks in and stares at me still But I see the sunlight dripping from my windowsill And I know, and I know that it was just a scare But I will endeavour to never go there
I don't want your wings for my brain I may be crazy but I'm not insane