Peace? I hate the word. As I hate hell, all Montagues.
I had a dream last night 'Cause it looked just like a dream I had a dream last night But it looked unlike a dream
Mercy, mercy, I'm made of parts Make me a suit so I can get it off Heaven help me, my head is spin'n round Stop this airplane cause I got to get down
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
right on, ha ha
Here's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis And Romeo, he waved before a chorus girl in Vegas, yeah, ha ha
Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills And Jesus drives to Mexico, to get her prescription filled
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove I was a scream last night It was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever)
I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
She was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasoline
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove I had to scream last night Lord of Love
I didn't know where to shake my butt Walked backwards, fucked like a fox I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box Three a.m. at five o'clock And one of us leaves, and I got shot! Shot me down!
Yeah, whatever, rock out
That's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, bitch