Bad Dream
Well I had a bad dream last night
About a war that never ends
And if war means Death, and it surely does,
We ought to leave behind the way that was…
Oh… Cruel Dark, leave me be…
There’s too much sorrow, on too much T.V…
And if I close my eyes, well then I start to weep…
And I’m tired, so tired of sleep…
Well I had a bad dream last night
Our craft was going down
And the Captain’s making small talk
while the Steward serves a round…
Oh… Cruel Dark, leave me be…
There’s too much sorrow, on too much T.V…
And if I close my eyes, well then I start to weep…
And I’‘m tired, so tired of sleep…
And I’m tired, tired of sleep…
And I’m tired of my apathy…
Like the man said, I got to wake up…
Find my voice, yeah, I got to stand up…
