Dream a dream Lover, take me in your dream Take me anywhere you please Boy, you're making me scream Dream a dream Lover, love is just a dream If you
bandits down from the hills Open your windows Open your doors Open your minds To a freedom of thought [Chorus:] Viva la revolution Viva la revolution Viva la revolution Viva la revolution
your will Crystalline, a chemical cure Dance me down to the kill Dream now of the frost Dream now of the grave Bleed out for the lost Bleed out for the saved Dream
the broken start to dream again And the sound of hope fills these streets You'll know it's here Revolution Can you feel it Revolution cry Revolution
dead workin' with a glass, go ahead you got star dream on a corner drinkin' gasoline my man threw you up in a fiend no contest Dunn i'm bless and knew
a thing... It's all been done before Welcome to the revolution, the new rock revolution It's all been done before Welcome to the revolution, the new rock revolution
the shouts splatter out (Revolutionize your lives and find a way out) And when you're growing down instead of growing up (You gotta ooo ah, ah like a
at his feet The lamp burned as he slept, slept as he dreamed He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in white muslin Dressed in white muslin, dancing in a
Dance before the storm These are dangerous time we live in I heard a man once say If you're prone to flights of fancy Your dreams can fly away See the
you were dead now reflect assassinate the president they tell you revolution is a healthy part of progress and so we'll seal the deal with a shot you
a nostril full of dust a lung full of virginia the needs we have we must, A pill to put your heart right a nose out for a deal for a heid full of chocolate
we gonna party all day She gon' vote U2 he gon' vote Coldplay play play Election time is coming. Gramps was a voodoo priest, Dad was a preacher Uncle was a
'Cause the dead are dancing The dead are dancing The dead are dancing in the town Yes, the dead are dancing The dead are dancing The dead are dancing
. Cause people like our tight rhymes and haters get a black eye, From 7 crazy white guys. I'm just a guy in a band With a mic in my hand Who decided
eyes, the truth is inside you I run into CBS with a beret and shootin this way I can televise the revolution no resolution when cops load up a glock
clears the fence Y'all hesitate to fetch it! I was walking through a pinball tilt built landscape Terradactle circling turtle I bite the bullet in a wingspan
then hug the playpen This revolution pushing through the loose pins and a strait jacket A maverick classed in a bunk category They had him parallel with a
