At the things that I can't see
If I listen closely,
I can hear a dying dream

I'm wrapped up in the warmth
Of an unforgiving mind
I'm on vacation in another time

And we can thank the TV
We can thank the men of old
For this legacy of hate
Somehow they have sold

I'm wrapped up in the the warmth
Of an unforgiving game
I'm on vacation in the land of shame

When the pigs are flying
And it's freezing cold in hell
Maybe we'll forgive the children, baby
Only time can tell....yeah, yeah

If I listen closely
I can hear a dying dream
I'm on vacation in the land of shame

We'll be alone together
In a world we call our own
We'll be alone together
In a place that doesn't feel like home

I can hear a dying...
We'll be alone together
We'll leave this land of shame