Bag Of Toys

Bag Of Toys - Had A Dream lyrics

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I had a dream the other day 

I didn't cry, didn't try, didn't know what to do 

I had a dream the other day 

(that) They're shooting from the buildings and they're dressed in civil clothes 

and I'm trying to take their guns, but who's got em' no one knows 



And those bad mother fuckers with their pain and their struggles 

and the things that they do to you, the things that they do to me 

I couldn't cry, couldn't try, couldn't know what to do 

Cuz we're just pawns and their pieces, we're just pawns in their pieces 

In their games and their struggles, and their names are all muddled 

Because we never know, never know what to do 



pulling down the covers now/pulling down the covers now 

nothin's gonna make it now/nothin's gonna shake it now 

And the dreams of this war/ and the dreams of this war... 

Cool down...Cool down...Cool down 



I had a dream the other day 

I couldn't breath, couldn't see, couldn't keep the sand from my eyes 

I had a dream the other day 

(that) There's explosions all around and they're shooting on the ground 

and the bad guys are clinging to their guns, ears are ringing 



And those bad mother fuckers, they're insane with rebuttal 

and the things that they do to you, the things that they do to me 

And they're cruising down the street like a runaway freight train 

Killing everything in sight, I'm proud I think, but that ain't right 



pulling down the covers now/pulling down the covers now 

nothin's gonna make it now/nothin's gonna shake it now 

And the dreams of this war/ and the dreams of this war... 

Cool down...Cool down...Cool down 



I had a dream the other day 

That the world was in love, and I thought I saw a dove 

And the boys all came home and no one was alone 



but those bad mother fuckers, in their ties and their lovers 

Sitting safe at home cuz they voted that I go 

to some place far away and blow away my enemy 

while the politicians talk about it, and the politicians talk about it 

four more days and four more ways to die and four more days four more days to die 

4 more years, 4 more years, I got 4 more years of this...
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Language: English

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