Sell the banks back to themselves/// pawn off our houses// sell away our futures/// sell off the sky… Sell your dreams. /// They’re going to carve their names on the headstone-- A monument to the corporate pharaoh sitting there, 20 stories up in the sky.
Bright lights/ cold night/// In the sky, burning their message of hopelessness into our eyes./// Hovering dreams of the babes// Babes who have no futures// the dismallest futures of all. They got nothing. We messed it all up.
My love is sick in bed/// her children run wild-- I had a dream-- a bad dream/// That our world got caught up in the torrent of the surrounding stream turned into a tornado of nightmares smashed to bits on the stone where the pilgrims landed/// caged up by a jail-cell in the town of Plymouth. // Have you been there? It’s pathetic.
CHORUS: Can’t buy no dreams/// for they sell no dreams
When there are no dreams/// We have no dreams,
When they’ve sold our dreams
There ain’t no dreams/// forgotten how to dream/// as easy as it seems
We owe our dreams to our corporate pharaohs
To Bank of America// To Wall Street// Take back your dreams… Take back Wall Street… Take back, take back your dreams
The organ grinder in a photograph gives me hope/// Hope for a time when the humans are gone// gone from the Earth.//// But that organ-man, where will he go? A drunken power plant blew up his world.
Sometimes lighting strikes-- sometimes it feels like the whole world is going to be gone-- But no one’s going to miss us when we’re gone.
That’s our dream-- our American dream slipped into the storm drain. Sailing ships // Set foot on the new world, stepped straight into the drain-- sailing ships straight down the storm drain.
There aint nothing left in Assembly square. There ain’t nothing/// our dreams are broken-- our dreams are over.
CHORUS: Can’t buy no dreams/// for they sell no dreams
When there are no dreams/// We have no dreams, When they’ve sold our dreams
There ain’t no dreams/// forgotten how to dream/// as easy as it seems
We owe our dreams to our corporate pharaohs// To JP Morgan/ To Goldman Sachs/ Take back your dreams… Take back Wall Street… Take back, take back your dreams
Fill the Brooklyn bridge full of lovin’, we come to occupy/// we come to confront. They say spray ‘em with mace. The people they have no face. Give up. Give in. You’re Davy, I’m Goliath and you can’t win. Expect a check expressing thanks to the banks.
Circle the wagons-- circle your bikes. Foreclose on our dreams-- humming-- our train is coming/// Your death is bubbling/// gonna hang you. Yours is an evil way. A systematic greed. Dewey square in the heart of the dollar. Beats the pulse of 3000 young callers.
Come to speak their minds.
CHORUS: Can’t buy no dreams/// for they sell no dreams
When there are no dreams/// We have no dreams, When they’ve sold our dreams
There ain’t no dreams/// forgotten how to dream/// as easy as it seems
We owe our dreams to our corporate pharaohs// To Barack Obama // To George W. Bush// Take back your dreams… Take back the electric car… Take back, take back your dreams
Mr. Politician man-- this isn’t funny any more. I once thought you were a stand-up comedian man. Kill, kill killing it like a Jimmy Fallon, cash-machine with an motorized wig, combing itself back and forth. Now I can see you’re just corporate greed. Getting pushed around by your mad need. Bigger/// better/// More under the hood. Silicon lips. Pump it up-- supersize-- inflatable sneakers. What would Freud say? Robotic, mounted love-apparatus. It’s money. Hype. Smoke and mirrors. You tell em this-- but you give them that. Where’s your hearing aid? Sometimes greed is just greed. Sometimes it all is just greed. Sell them your dreams.
CHORUS: Can’t buy no dreams/// for they sell no dreams
When there are no dreams/// We have no dreams, When they’ve sold our dreams
There ain’t no dreams/// forgotten how to dream/// as easy as it seems
We owe our dreams to our corporate pharaohs// To our insurance carriers// To the evil empire// Take back your dreams… Take back your foreclosed upon yurts… Take back, take back your dreams
I can’t endear myself to you. All I can do is enfear myself to you. Beat me down with your ugly face. The selfish ugly face of the new child which will grow into a snake of a monster. /// Shaking and quivering by the scene you’ve been making. /// Damn you to the storm-booth/// lock you in the water closet. I ain’t going to enfear you,, if I can help it.. But the snake in you, strikes me straight to the core./// It’s no coincidence. Beat me down with your ugly. They’ll junk-mail you into submission. Steal your dreams, like a snake just waiting to swallow your dreams.
A picture of a monkey rescuing a dog gives me hope for the planet// for a time when the humans are gone// gone from the Earth.//// But that monkey, he’s alright. He don’t have no place to live no more. A drunken power plant blew up his world.
Sometimes lighting strikes-- sometimes it feels like the whole world is going to be gone-- But no one’s going to miss us when we’re gone.
That’s our dream-- our American dream slipped into the storm drain. Sailing ships to our new nation, but straight into the storm drain-- sailing ships down the storm drain.
There aint nothing left in Assembly square. There ain’t nothing our dreams are broken-- our dreams are over.
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