Vandals

At night they go out and paint the town A doorway, a stairway, a hall In the heart of the city when there's no body else around Dream writes dream on a big blank wall And Progress has got his face in a magazine And Stress has got a bucket of blue When the cops come Man they're gonna split the scene They inline down the alley away from view And Dream dreams of the future And Progress dreams of clean And Stress only dreams about stress All over everything And who would sing about a couple of vandals Progress and Stress and Dream Dream Stress has got a kind of brush says it's japanese Brags that he can tag about the size of a bus And Progress has got a pen in a pocket Leaves a neat mark on a call-box And when it's dawn Progress says 'I've got to get some sleep' Mmm-mmm-mmm says 'I never get enough I'm in school I want to be an architect' Stress says 'Man, you're just like the rest of us' And Dream dreams of the future And Progress dreams of clean And Stress only dreams about stress All over everything And who would sing about a couple of vandals Progress and Stress and Dream Dream Dream goes home and she dreams a dream In color, red, yellow and blue On the biggest blank wall that you've ever seen Up there with the billboards Just like the big boys And Dream dreams of the future And Progress dreams of clean And Stress only dreams about stress All over everything And who would sing about a couple of vandals Progress and Stress and Dream Dream