There's a lightning under the ceiling

Every struck kid looking for a feeling

Is gonna raise a cup

When the moon is up

Because there's nothing else here to do

She has a parked cab

Begging to leave this

With a bar tab bigger than Jesus

And a reason for every bullet hole in the

Plot laid out for her

All the strung-out kids on Dead Street

Gave her directions and a fix

She's got money left for a ticket out

She'd rather drink 'till she don't exist



Everybody knows

That there's no way out of here

Everybody's trying but we just can't leave

We got pushed about

And the end's not what it seems

Packing our bags to kiss it goodbye

In our wildest dreams

In our wildest dreams

In our wildest dreams



They give you TV

To buy what they sell you

They give you Bibles

To do what they tell you

Until the skin and bones

Of a programmed home

Are the only things to control

Between the schools and the factories

There's a hidden path that you can't see

One by one they keep turning up

They've got a new life here in store

And all the red lights took the night off

As the streets lay bored again

The old theaters and churches pray for the

Wrecking ball to swing



Everybody knows

That there's no way out of here

Everybody's trying but we just can't leave

We got pushed about

And the end's not worth the means

Packing our bags to kiss it goodbye

In our wildest dreams

In our wildest dreams

In our wildest dreams



So how are we gonna carry this ahead

Before their trite defeated eyes

I think they'd rather bury us instead

Under these dark and defeated skies

We hang like question marks at the end

Of every dream

I'd rather be a fugitive

Than die here in between



Everybody knows

That there's no way out of here

Everybody's trying but we just can't leave

We got pushed about

And the end's not what it seems

Packing our bags to kiss it goodbye

In our wildest dreams



Everybody knows

That there's no way out of here

(Not what it seems)

Everybody's trying, trying but we just can't leave

(Not worth the means means)

We got pushed about

And the end's not worth the means

Packing our bags to kiss it goodbye

In our wildest dreams

In our wildest dreams

Dreams

In our wildest dreams

Dreams

In our wildest dreams

Dreams

In our wildest Dreams

Dreams