Texty: Tori Amos. Sweet Dreams.

Mmm... "Lie-lie-lies everywhere,"
Said the father to the son.
Your peppermint breath- gonna choke'em to death.
Daddy, watch your little black sheep run.
He got kni-kni-knives in his back every time he opens up.
You say, "He gotta be strong if he wanna be a man."
Mister, I don't know how you can have,

Sweet... dreams. Sweet... dreams.


Land-land of liberty; we're run by constipated man.
When you live in the past, you refuse to see,
When your daughter come home nine months pregnant.
With five billion points o' light,
You gonna shine'em on the face of your friends-
They got the Earth in a sling, they got the world on her knees,
They even got your zipper between their teeth.


Sweet... dreams. Sweet... dreams.
You say, you say, you say that you have'em.
I say that you're a liar.
Sweet... dreams. Sweet... dreams.


Ah, go on, go on, go on, go on and dream-
Your house is on fire... (Fire...)
Come along now, hic.


Well, well, Summer wind been catchin' up with me.
Hah, "Elephant mind, missy, you don't have.
"You forgettin' to fly, darlin', when you sleep."
I got a hazy, lazy Susan takin' turns all over my dreams.
I got lizards and snakes runnin' through my body.
Funny how the all have my face.


Sweet... dreams. Sweet... dreams.
You say, you say, you say that you have'em.
I say that you're a liar.
Sweet... dreams. Sweet... dreams.


Go on, go on, go on, go on and dream-
Your house is on fire... Come along now...
Sweet... dreams. Sweet... dreams.
Sweet... dreams. Sweet... dreams.