| I had a dream in the middle of the day |
| And now my waking dream won’t go away |
| I watched the city swallow everywhere |
| Only shantytowns of despair |
| And these things I saw; |
| Roadculture at the end of the line |
| Citydwelling at the end of the line |
| Motherfucking at the end of the line |
| These things I saw and these things are fine |
| I had a dream in the middle of the day |
| And my waking dream won’t go away |
| Motorway services were the new cities |
| The poisonous air had wrecked our homes |
| Gasoline rivers burning up the seas |
| And I saw my people down on their knees |
| I had a dream in the middle of the day |
| And now my waking dream won’t go away |
| So I left the city just to breathe some air |
| Just to keep my old brain from busting |
| Yeah, I left the city just to breathe some air |
| But out here in the fields |
| You know they’re still just fields |
| Still fences and signs screaming: |
| «Keep off my land |
| No Trespass — By Order» |
| By drunken disorder more likely, old prick |
| Your drunken development’s making me sick |
| Your drunken development’s making me yawn |
| I shit on your reason |
| Your rose is my thorn |
| I had a dream in the middle of the day |
| And now my waking dream won’t go away |
| So I walk walk walk right over that land |
| Yes I walk and I keep on walking |
| I grab a rock from the ground, yeah |
| This is no game |
| Decide, I’ll let my rock do the talking |
| Til' a man drives up in a 4 by 4 |
| Up to me all alone on this lonely moor |
| And my rock says «hello» to his gaping jaw |
| And my rock says «bye-bye» to his bleeding head |
| Well, I never saw a dead man but he looked dead |
| I had a dream in the middle of the day |
| And my waking dream won’t go away |
| And they wonder why a man behave like this |
| Behave like he wants to feel the land is his |
| But I heard Mama crying in my deepest dreams |
| Mama told me to do it This is not what it seems |
| There are more of us a-comin' |
| There are more like me Messed up — messed up with nothing to lose |
| It’s a barbed wire fence |
| Which side do you choose? |
| And I can’t shake the feeling this has happened before |
| My nightmare returning |
| In Autogeddon we’re burning |
| And I can’t shake the feeling this has happened before |
| My nightmare returning |
| In Autogeddon we’re burning |