Paint a moustache 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      Give up my house, sleep for nights on concrete   Meditate with all the bums on Vine Street   No more running, no more hiding 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 loving, of the empty graveyard   I dream of Vegas and the transcendental wildcard   A place where noone waits to die before they go into the light   And just the blind have sight      I follow nothing but the compass of my instinct   No matter where it leads, I know it will take me to the brink   And leave me there by myself and all alone with my dreams   Can you hear my scream?      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 will never dream like me   Never dream like me   Ooh ooh ooh   I believe in the sanctity of dreams   No more running from these masqueraders   I believe that society will never dream like me   Oh-oh   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