She drew a beautiful picture of a whale The sea is calm through the video camera Like a dead light bulb In a bucket of water Yes in a bucket of water The sea is calm through hand made lenses Like animals in soundless dream Like animals in bottles of

I remember those songs on the radio The jasmine, the wind in your hair Summer and smoke, diamonds and dust Go where you will, do what you must The promise was made, your word was enough We had dreams, visions and plans Into the night, out of our hands

Somebody gotta die If I go, you gotta go Let the gunshots blow Nobody gotta know That I killed yo ass in the mist, kid I'm sittin' in the crib dreamin' about Leer jets and coupes The way Salt shoops and how they sell records like Snoop Oops! I'm

The dream is over God is a concept By which we measure I'll say it again I don't believe in magic I don't believe in I-Ching I don't believe in Bible I don't believe in tarot

I am not the boy next door I don't belong like I did before Nothin' ever seems like it used to be You can have your dreams, but you can't have me I can't go back there anymore 'Cause I am not the boy next door Comin' home used to feel so good I'm a

So why then, are you crying? Who denied them And no amount of tears Could roll back all the years Bring back all your dreams from yesterday Once your dreams Come knocking at your door It's time to realize

People like you You live in a dream world You despise the outside And you fear you're the next one It's in your dream There's just one question Should I kill Or should I be left behind Sick and tired

The men don't know, but the little girls understand I'm a back door man C'mon, yeah, yeah, c'mon, yeah I am a, yeah, I'm a back door man Hey, all you people that tryin' to sleep I'm out to make it with my midnight dream, yeah 'Cause I'm a back door man

Songs in the kitchen All my dreams came true My songs took me far away Now I'm singing them every night In these bright lights up on this stage To tell you the truth I'm probably just missing Songs in the car Songs from the heart

If she had only stood for love, that would have been enough Amerimacka, oh what a beautiful life Amerimacka, oh what a beautiful sight Amerimacka, oh what a beautiful light Miss Liberty turn in a Jezebel All the dreams you go sell, turn in a hell Her bed