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