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Bad, Bad Dreams Songtext
von Tim Kasher

Bad, Bad Dreams Songtext

As I lie beside you trying not to make a noise
My crackerjack heart′s all wound up like a toy.
It's these torrid thoughts,
They keep stirring up my loins.
Like a dirty little boy, I gotta see a priest.
I godda go to confession. I′m gonna call the police-
I'm gonna do a bad thing.
Don't tell my mama, don′t tell my papa,
Baby, I′ve been dreamin' bad, bad dreams.


I wanna pledge my "allegiancy",
But I′m a ferocious human beast
With carnal instincts.
Still, I'm a standup guy to every
Gal I meet-all those pretty girls in heat-
I godda see a priest. I godda go to confession.
I′m gonna call the police-I'm gonna do a bad thing.
Don′t tell my mama, don't tell my papa,
Baby, I've been dreamin′ bad, bad dreams.

This sick, old man once shared his philosophy:
Guys imagine having sex with
Every girl they see. Ever since,
I′ve tried to debunk this myth;
It's the curse of Dionysus.
These dreams I have, no girl is left unturned.
Your best friend, your sister,
Your 8th grade picture-
It′s enough to want to lop the thing right off...

So help me god, I gotta see a priest.
I gotta see a priest.
I godda go to confession. I'm gonna call the police
I′m gonna do a bad thing.
Don't tell my mama, don′t tell my papa,
Baby, I've been dreamin' bad, bad dreams.

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