I feel like I want to break out of the house
My heart is a-pumping, I've got sand in my mouth
I feel like I'm heading up to a cardiac arrest
I want to scream in the night, I want a manifest
I've got that wide awake, give and take
Five o'clock-in-the-morning feeling
I've got the hots for the sluts
In the well thumbed pages of a magazine
I want to drive, want to fly
Like I do in the dreams I've never really been in
I want to hump, want to jump
Want to heat up, cool down in a dream machine
Dreaming from the waist on down
I'm dreaming but I feel tired and bound
I'm dreaming of a day when a cold shower helps my health
I'm dreaming, dreaming of the day I can control myself
I sound like a priest and then I'm shooting dice
I'm burning tires with some guy whose hair is turning white
I know the girls that I pass, they just ain't impressed
I'm too old to give up but too young to rest
I've got that numb-to-a-thumb over-dubbed
Feeling social when the world is sleeping
The plot starts to thicken then I sicken
And I feel I'm cemented down
I'm so juiced that the whorey lady's
Sad, sad story has me quietly weeping
But here comes the morning
Here comes the yawning demented clown
Dreaming from the waist on down
I'm dreaming but I feel tired and bound
I'm dreaming of a day when a cold shower helps my health
I'm dreaming, dreaming of the day I can control myself
The day I can control myself

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