Box of Dreams

the hell gods have stolen my box of dreams
I fell down a deep port hole
I try to jump along the building tops
forgetting I am mortal

so I sit and worry and twist my ring
and look for my box of dreams

alfred hitckcock and I went hopping
from bar to bar to bar
my fake id got me inside
but the drinks weren't up to par

so I sit and worry and twist my ring
and look for my box of dreams

sex means nothing
drugs can't heal
this world can't hurt me
I've nothing to steal

so I sit and worry and twist my ring
and look for my box of dreams

and I knew love, love sweet and true
but now love is no more
my heart grew cold and my soul grew numb
and I walked love to the door

so I sit and worry and twist my ring
and look for my box of dreams

the cat's in the washer for he was unclean
his yowls I pay no heed
I just sit and worry and twist my ring
but my finger is starting to bleed

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