We all, we all, we all, we all, we all We all want the same thing Everybody wants something Gotta want something To have what I've only been dreaming about What are you living for? Everybody needs something Fighting for something I know what you're

I'm a product of the tube and the free lunch Living room, watching old reruns This one's for all the little dreamers And who cares your daddy couldn't be here? Don't stop now, keep dreaming And the ones who never gave a fuck Mama always kept the cable on

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be

I don't know if I was dreaming And dreams aren't enough Life is so lonely I need someone to believe in Can't you see that's everything to me That's enough I, I know I'm a dreamer It's easy to see I want to be a believer

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be

Sweet berries ready for two Ghosts are no different than you Ghosts are now waiting for you Do we, do we know When we fly When we, when we go Are you, dreaming Dreaming tonight

Bet he feels like an elephant Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it You know that you're dreaming about being loved by him Too bad your chances are slim And it’s not like Mr. Shock To get shy when I ask who always is on top? There must be

And I've never seen a more beautiful thing Am I just dreaming? Let's take it too far And should we begin before it's too late? Say that you'll take a cigarette break But I saw a spark Just a cigarette break, leave the ashes on the fire escape To burn

You're in my head Always, always Always, always, always I just got scared Trouble sleeping Restless dreaming I'd rather choke on my bad decisions Then just carry them to my grave

They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies Your little spies Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone Just the one two of us is counting on That never happens, I guess I'm dreaming again Crush, crush, crush, crush, crush (one,