Dreams are remembered!
By the few, who forget.
The Sandman is perverted!
And not a lovable, bearded saint. Oh no!
Dreams are remembered!
By the few, who forget.
The Sandman is perverted!
And not a lovable, bearded saint. Oh no!
Dreams go rushing through my head,
There's some that do not matter!
Boyhood dreams with childish schemes,
Your birthright at the altar!
I know!
Alters with preists, with blood on their hands,
Kissing off your teardrops!
And godmothers who have died,
Whispering, prayers of thanks!
Oh, oh they are!
Dreams are remembered!
By the few, who forget.
The Sandman is perverted!
And not a lovable, bearded saint. Oh no!
A war on my wife just died,
A friend has come to visit!
Some yobs are bangin' on my head,
With a bus called, 23!
Yeah they are!