Paint a moustache on the Mona Lisa 
Ride a Harley through the heart of danger 
Pick up a pen and fight a war for the right to dream 
I was seventeen 

Give up my house, sleep for nights on concrete 
Meditate with all the bums on Vine Street 
No more running, no more hiding in the house of the dead 
I think I'll grow some dreads 

I believe in the sanctity of dreams 
No more running from these masqueraders 
I believe that society will never dream like me 

I dream of loving, of the empty graveyard 
I dream of Vegas and the transcendental wildcard 
A place where noone waits to die before they go into the light 
And just the blind have sight 

I follow nothing but the compass of my instinct 
No matter where it leads, I know it will take me to the brink 
And leave me there by myself and all alone with my dreams 
Can you hear my scream? 

I believe in the sanctity of dreams 
No more running from these masqueraders 
I believe that society will never dream like me 
Never dream like me 
Society will never dream like me 
Never dream like me 
Ooh ooh ooh 
I believe in the sanctity of dreams 
No more running from these masqueraders 
I believe that society will never dream like me 
Oh-oh 
I believe in the sanctity of dreams 
No more running from these masqueraders 
I believe that society will never dream like me 
Never dream like me 
Society 
Society will never dream like me 
Society 
Society 
Society will never dream like me