Tybalt Speaking:] 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 made a call 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) Here's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis And Romeo, gave it for a chorus girl in Vegas, yeah Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills And Jesus flies to Mexico, to get a prescription filled I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove It 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 a scream last night Lord above... 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 It's three a.m. at five o'clock Wore it on my sleeve, and I got shot! Shot me down Yeah, whatever, rock out That's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, bitch.