Texty: Motley Crue. Find A Dream.

No one hears the laughter, no one hears the pain
All the world's escapes for the insane
Judgment day is coming, can we all be saints?
The justice in this world is all a game

Can't we find? Can't we find a dream?

Street fights on the corner, an Abiet daughter's slain
The body's on the news is all a fame
When somethin' for nothin' is the only way they play
We'll never ever see the light of day

All the goods and wicked, get on their knees and pray
Sins of all their fathers turn away, turn away

Can't we find? Can't we find a dream?