Lyrics

I came up out of the Violence House With blood and piss streaming down my legs With fists clenched, white on the inside Jeans rust-stained, taut, and clinging tight And in the dazzling sun of the afternoon I emerged to a verdant field, green and strewn With the broken parts of a dream I had Of a car that could take me away, away, away Well the years go by, and I feel alright I can work my job, sometimes I sleep at night I can drink, and I can dream But in my dreams, I don't wanna be dreaming Because I dream, dream, dream of the Violence House I dream, dream, dream of the Violence House