Oh, when the smaller picture's the same   as the bigger picture you know that you're fucked   and when you're trading paper cuts for splinters   you're out of luck      Like sharks don't sleep and i don't take my eyes off you   the architecture's shit and my cheeks are all ready and bruised      and it hits as hard as a blow to the head   or a smash to the skull   or a knee to your chest   sweet dreams, sweet cheeks   oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow      All these mercy killings have got my conscience spilling over    (taking advantage)   And the building's ornate but it's lacking in soul and character    (psychology montage)   We're burning five story buildings, laying mantraps at the fire exits   We're playing feedback over the tannoy systems   You look desperate! you look pathetic!      And it hits as hard as a blow to the head   or a smash to the skull   or a knee to your chest   And sweet dreams, sweet cheeks   Oh tomorrow oh tomorrow      It hits as hard as a blow to the head   or a smash to the skull   or a knee to your chest   And sweet dreams, sweet cheeks   Oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow      And it hits as hard as a blow to the head   or a smash to the skull   or a knee to your chest   Sweet dreams, sweet cheeks,   oh tomorrow oh tomorrow oh tomorrow      and it hits as hard as a blow to the head   or a smash to the skull   or a knee to your chest   and it hits as hard as a blow to the head   or a smash to the skull   or a knee to your chest   and it hits as hard as a blow to the head   or a smash to the skull   or a knee to your chest   and sweet dreams, sweet cheeks   oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow, oh tomorrow      one blink for yes, two blinks for no   sweet dreams, sweet cheeks we leave alone   x8