in the sand, where the children
dance
on the sandy coast, in a
trance
but i see them walking towards
the street
over the sands this crowd
will meet
in the road, where the money
flows
there's a drought, and i
can't get out
but they see me walking
to the street
under the sun this crowd
will meet
in the schools, where the
braindead drool
on the blackboard are the
signs of war
but i see her walking to
my bed
under the covers the fire
is fed
in the clouds, where the
jesters play
black as hell, you'll work
all day
but i see her lips locked
with mine
she lends me a lyric to
give me a sign
in the bed, where the children
dance
without their shirts, and
without their pants
but they saw us lovin' through
the night
so give me a lift to nowhere
tonight
wake up
wake up
wake up
from this dream