Gasoline Dream

(albüm: W.F.O. - 1994)

Wishful thinking, eyes are blinking
In the sun the garbage stinking
To ignore the rancid, won't make it go away
Untruth spoke through blistered lip
Unclean thoughts that take the step
Down upon the roaches
Won't go away

Born to follow
To be the first to swallow
Garbage from the plate
Now to borrow
A match, ignite the gasoline
To burn away

Surviving through a gasoline dream
In the month the razor blade gleam
Slashing up the tongue, won't make it go away
On a binge of self destruction
Children of the reconstruction
Suck the tit of discontent
Go away

Slam, slam down
Respond in kind malcontent
Don't go away
Burn, burn down
Temple of the conscience
Don't go away

I was soaked in gasoline
Playing with a match
I was everything I seemed
They stood and watched
Ate from your table
Ate from your hand
Eight days of waiting
Buried in the sand

Burn in a gasoline dream, burn away my love
Burn away the conscience, burn away, my love
Take away my dignity, take away my pain
Take just for taking, we are one in the same

Burn
Burn
Burn in a gasoline dream, burn away my love
Burn away the conscience, burn away, my love