Lyrics:

Paint a moustache on the Mona Lisa Ride a Harley through the heart of danger Pick up a pen and fight a war for the right to dream I was seventeen Give up my house, sleep for nights on concrete Meditate with all the bums on Vine Street No more running, no more hiding in the house of the dead I think Ill grow some dreads I believe in the sanctity of dreams No more running from these masqueraders I believe that society will never dream like me I dream of loving, of the empty graveyard I dream of Vegas and the transcendental wildcard A place where noone waits to die before they go into the light And just the blind have sight I follow nothing but the compass of my instinct No matter where it leads, I know it will take me to the brink And leave me there by myself and all alone with my dreams Can you hear my scream? I believe in the sanctity of dreams No more running from these masqueraders I believe that society will never dream like me Never dream like me Society will never dream like me Never dream like me Ooh ooh ooh I believe in the sanctity of dreams No more running from these masqueraders I believe that society will never dream like me Oh-oh I believe in the sanctity of dreams No more running from these masqueraders I believe that society will never dream like me Never dream like me Society Society will never dream like me Society Society Society will never dream like me