your dream is my nightmare

I saw you last night on the television
spinning your lies, looking so sincere
invoking a past that never was
selling a future filled with fear

I’d rather die than live in your dark world
I’ll go out young and idealistic

            your dream is my nightmare
            your rags are my fashion
            your dream is my nightmare
            your anger my passion

you wave a bible and a submachine gun
hero of the week, they cheer for you
foaming at the mouth as you talk about freedom
the crowd goes wild, your aim is true

I’d rather die than live in your dark world
I’ll go out young and idealistic

            (chorus)

I don’t want to live in your Victorian utopia
and I won’t go back to those “good old days”
and I will teach my children well to stay
forever young and idealistic…

            (chorus)

©1988 by jeffrey wash