Paint a mustache on the Mona Lisa   Ride a Harley through the heart of danger   Pick up a pen and fight a war for the right to dream   I was seventeen      Gave up my house sleep the nights on concrete   Meditate with all the bums on my street   No more runnin' no more hidin' in the house of the dead   I think I'll grow some dreads      I believe in the sanctity of dreams   No more running from these masqueraders   I believe that society will never dream like me      I dream of lovin' of the empty graveyard   I dream of Vegas and the transcendental wild card   A place where no one waits to die before they go to the light   And just are blind outside      I follow nothing but the compass of my instinct   No matter where it leads I know it'll take me to the brink   And leave me there all by myself and all alone with my dreams   Can you hear my scream?      I believe in the sanctity of dreams   No more runnin' from these masqueraders   I believe that society will never dream like me   Never dream like me      Society will never dream like me   Will never dream like me      I believe in the sanctity of dreams   No more running from these masqueraders   I believe that society will never dream like me   I believe in the sanctity of dreams      No more running from these masqueraders   I believe that society will never dream like me   Never dream like me      Society, society will never dream like me   Society, society, society will never dream like me