Lyrics:

I feel like I want to break out of the houseMy heart is a-pumping, I've got sand in my mouthI feel like I'm heading u
p to a cardiac arrestI want to scream in the night, I want a manifestI've got that wide awake, give-and-take, five o'clock-i
n-the-morning feelingI've got the hots for the sluts in the well thumbed pages of a magazineI want to drive, want to fly like
I do in the dreams I've never really been inI want to hump, want to jump, want to heat up, cool down in a dream machineI'm
dreaming ... from the waist on downI'm dreaming ... but I feel tired and boundI'm dreaming ... of a day when a cold shower he
lps my healthI'm dreaming ... dreaming - of the day I can control myselfDay I can control myselfSound like a priest and the
n I'm shooting diceI'm burning tires with some guy whose hair is turning whiteI know the girls that I pass, they just ain't i
mpressedI'm too old to give up, but too young to restI've got that numb-to-a-thumb over-dubbedFeeling social when the world
is sleepingThe plot starts to thicken then I sicken and I feel I'm cemented downI'm so juiced that the whorey lady's sad sad
story has me quietly weepingBut here comes the morningHere comes the yawning demented clownI'm dreaming ... but I know it'
s all hot airI'm dreaming ... I'll get back to that rocking chairI'm dreaming ... of the day I can share the wealthI'm dream
ing ... dreaming - of the day I can control myselfDay I can control myselfHey, hey!The day I can control myself