Dreaming From The Waist (Live)
I feel like I want to break out of the house
My heart is a-pumping, Ive got sand in my mouth
I feel like Im heading up to a cardiac arrest
I want to scream in the night , I want a manifest
Ive got that wide awake, give-and-take, five oclock-in-the-morning feeling
Ive got the hots for the sluts in the well thumbed pages of a magazine
I want to drive, want to fly like I do in the dreams Ive never really been in
I want to hump, want to jump, want to heat up, cool down in a dream machine
Im dreaming ... from the waist on down
Im dreaming ... but I feel tired and bound
Im dreaming ... of a day when a cold shower helps my health
Im dreaming ... dreaming - of the day I can control myself
Day I can control myself
Sound like a priest and then Im shooting dice
Im burning tires with some guy whose hair is turning white
I know the girls that I pass, they just aint impressed
Im too old to give up, but too young to rest
Ive got that numb-to-a-thumb over-dubbed
Feeling social when the world is sleeping
The plot starts to thicken then I sicken and I feel Im cemented down
Im so juiced that the whorey ladys sad sad story has me quietly weeping
But here comes the morning
Here comes the yawning demented clown
Im dreaming ... but I know its all hot air
Im dreaming ... Ill get back to that rocking chair
Im dreaming ... of the day I can share the wealth
Im dreaming ... dreaming -of the day I can control myself
Day I can control myself
Hey, hey!
The day I can control myself