my dreams Running down the boulevard I never thought I'd see the day When the night is coming down, I pray I am lost in a maze Of stolen dreams Lossing
play little tricks with your head Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed I'm not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams
little tricks with your head Catchin' feelin's ever since the first time I slept in your bed I'm not here to tease you mislead you or mess up your dreams
for the thrill Some people follow one man's vision, Some others die on television Some people build their homes on sand, Some people live in garbage cans
m not the one that lights light up I'm not the one that changes with time If despiste everything I stayed the same It's to get close to my childhood dreams
black and blue for actin' true! I'm dreaded like a man whose hair is all stands, Proof that I be sniffin' on aerosol cans. I'm stompin'! I'm kickin'!
from the grey Just a bit at a time [Ryu:] Kinda funny how this world can treat you Like a freak in a sideshow a carnival creature Climbing outta cans
I walk on decrepit bricks And kick sticks and rusty soda cans Simply for lack of better stimulation Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons
[by Cans/ Stalfors] Is is too late to go in peace, I wonder how how these things did start anyway Maybe too late to find a way, when the trail of grief
[by Stromblad/Dronjak/Cans] Outcast a time of war, when mankind lost control of life and death, under surveillance I watch the children pray, while
should of seen me I was flipped at the party drinking a fifth of MD Straight passed-out on his mother's bed With seven cans of brew going through my head Dreaming
to the pumpkin song In this town, don't we love it now? Everybody's waiting for the next surprise 'Round that corner man, hiding in the trash cans
go Those D-Town boys, carry the calico Detroit make noise everywhere that we go [Eminem:] Meat cleaver, leave a gash in a bitches ass She had dreams
a mustard seed See to me it's nothing could just as easily drown you or be what you breathe Enslaved by plastic I weep and dream of the days when I once
D, I couldn't tell me mum because she'd batter me Me and ?? sat on the bowling green, life is a shitter We had five quid between us, bought us six cans
like He ringin the bells The King of the Realm you seen Him do His thing in a film Come on [Chorus B] [Malik B] Dreams when M16's with infrared beams Blowin up presidents' cribs with cans
This is the wasteland, we call this the wasteland, Where fewer little posh boys can?t believe we treasure beer cans. Where?d you get those fans, Found
