Dreaming From The Waist

[Verse 1] I feel like I want to break out of the house My heart is a-pumping, I've got sand in my mouth I feel like I'm heading up to a cardiac arrest I want to scream in the night, I want a manifest I've got that wide awake, give-and-take, five o'clock-in-the-morning feeling I've 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 I've never really been in I want to hump, want to jump, want to heat up, cool down in a dream machine [Chorus] I'm dreaming from the waist on down I'm dreaming but I feel tired and bound I'm dreaming of a day when a cold shower helps my health I'm dreaming dreaming - of the day I can control myself Day I can control myself [Verse 2] Sound like a priest and then I'm shooting dice I'm burning tires with some guy whose hair is turning white I know the girls that I pass, they just ain't impressed I'm too old to give up, but too young to rest I've 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 I'm cemented down I'm so juiced that the whorey lady's sad sad story has me quietly weeping But here comes the morning Here comes the yawning demented clown [Chorus] I'm dreaming but I know it's all hot air I'm dreaming I'll get back to that rocking chair I'm dreaming of the day I can share the wealth I'm dreaming, dreaming - of the day I can control myself Day I can control myself Hey, hey! The day I can control myself