Bad, Bad Dream Songtext
von The Johnstones

Hey little sister
When you′re chained to the cooker
Gotta get yourself a gun

I said hey little buddy
Got ya bleeding for the money
Gotta get yourself a gun

It goes bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Nineteen! You're only Nineteen
But backed with retirement stocks and the 9-55 mutual fund scene
Then your life when bye, bye, bye, by bye bye
Gotta tie that tie tight
Tonight, gotta live it like you wanted more time
Its not to late to rewind (And so you get by)
Beep beep! You′re falling asleep (Waiting on another one)
And even black girls wanna party with me,
Until the sun come up on the dreams will never die boulevard!


Three o'clock in the morning
And we're having so much fun
You got the radio playing′s
Your main enemy

Hey little sister
When you′re chained to the cooker
Gotta get yourself a gun

I said hey little buddy
Got ya bleeding for the money
Gotta get yourself a gun

It goes bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

19, 23, 14 or 50
School deans, dope fiends, full speed, your dreams
Shut the screen
Live your dream
The World's outside though you might have might have lost it
Breathe ------ a sigh of relief
You′re never gonna die on me (And so you get by)
Doctor doctor
You thought you'd lost her (Waiting on another one)
When a baby dies were gonna make another
But the dream lives on if you believe
Until the sun comes up on the dreams will never die boulevard


Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Three o′clock in the morning
And still we're having so much fun
You got the radio playing
Got the music going loud
It′s like a bad, bad dream

And so you get by
Waiting around
Waiting on another life
It's gonna sweep this one
Outta the way!

Hey little sister
When you're chained to the cooker
Gotta get yourself a gun

I said hey little buddy
Got ya bleeding for the money
Gotta get yourself a gun

Hey little sister
When you′re chained to the cooker
Gotta get yourself a gun

I said hey little buddy
Got ya bleeding for the money
Gotta get yourself a gun

It goes bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Three o′clock in the morning
And still we're having so much fun
Until the sun comes up on the dreams will never die boulevard