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