(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)When you wake up naked in the supermarkettrying to wash the stains off your nicotine habitthe sign on the wall reads " serve yourself"with no one there to cover youthey try to make you grab it"the tonight" show on closed circuit TVclose investigation shows the star is memaking jokes about your m-m-mental healthno names mentioned -- look at yourselfWho's there? security! got the drop on meI'm scared of sleeping at nightI'm tired of running awayI'm scared, turn on the lightand I'm scared of feeling scaredWhen the telephone is ringing in the dead of nightit's the fire department callingwanna know if I'm alrightI tell them not to hurrythere's no need to be concernedthe fire that you heard about is already burned!I'm scared of sleeping at nightI'm tired of running awayI'm scared, turn on the lightand I'm scared of feeling scaredTime will come to carry your fears awaythey'll fade like a dream at the break of daybut every night the dream's the samescenes I never seepeace of mind's been a long time cominghope it's coming to meI'm scared to be...I'm scaredI'm scared of feeling scaredI'm tired of feeling tired-------------------------------------------------------------------------------