Sometmes I just feel these crazy dreams inside
People hiding behind uniforms, scream aloud and shout tonight
Point your fingers and question why
Scared, scared people won't smile, I don't know

(imagination)

A real sound
From the street,
From the towns

Sometimes I watch and wait,
For signs and voices and screams
Screaming now at a funny joke
Can we all be judged between
I know I'm happy, it's too obscene
That's when I see you standing there

(imagination)

A real sound
From the street,
From the towns

Silent footsteps
Whispers aloud
It's too late
The deadbeat underground

Because we saw you
Saw you in this town
yes we saw you
You were wearing the uniforms
You were wearing the uniforms

(imagination)

A real sound
From the street,
From the towns

Reality, or just lies? (maybe tomorrow)
Be good now, and don't do nothing (maybe tomorrow)

Bang, bang, bang, bang, you're dead

Writer : POPE, CHRIS
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing