The Sanctity Of Dreams

Paint a moustache on the Mona LisaRide a Harley through the heart of dangerPick up a pen and fight a war for the right to dreamI was seventeenGive up my house, sleep for nights on concreteMeditate with all the bums on Vine StreetNo more running, no more hiding in the house of the deadI think Iíll grow some dreadsI believe in the sanctity of dreams No more running from these masqueradersI believe that society will never dream like meI dream of loving, of the empty graveyardI dream of Vegas and the transcendental wildcardA place where noone waits to die before they go into the lightAnd just the blind have sightI follow nothing but the compass of my instinctNo matter where it leads, I know it will take me to the brinkAnd leave me there by myself and all alone with my dreamsCan you hear my scream?I believe in the sanctity of dreams No more running from these masqueradersI believe that society will never dream like meNever dream like meSociety will never dream like meNever dream like meOoh ooh oohI believe in the sanctity of dreams No more running from these masqueradersI believe that society will never dream like meOh-ohI believe in the sanctity of dreams No more running from these masqueradersI believe that society will never dream like meNever dream like meSocietySociety will never dream like meSocietySocietySociety will never dream like me