I feel like I wanna break outta the house
My heart is a'pumping, I got sand in my mouth
I feel like I'm headin' up to a cardiac arrest
I wanna scream in the night, I want a manic vest
I've got that wide-awake, give-and-take, five o'clock-in-the-morning feeling
I've got the hots for the sluts in the well-thumbed pages of a magazine
I wanna drive, I wanna fly like I do in the dreams I've never really been in
I wanna hump, wanna jump, want to heat up and cool down in a dream machine

I'm dreaming, from the waist on down
I'm dreaming, but I feel tied and bound
I'm dreaming, of the day that a cold shower helps my health
I'm dreaming, dreaming... of the day I can control myself
Day I can control myself

I drive like a priest and then I'm shooting dice
I'm runnin' tires with some guy whose hair is turning white
I know the girls that I pass, they just ain't impressed
I'm too old to give up, but too young to rest
I've got that run-to-a-club, overdubbed, feeling social when the world is sleeping
The plot starts to thicken, then I sicken, and I feel like I'm cemented down
I'm so juiced that the whorey lady's sad, sad story has me quietly weeping
But here comes the dawning, here comes the yawning, demented clown

I'm dreaming, but I know it's all hot air
I'm dreaming, I'll get back to that rocking chair
I'm dreaming, of the day when I can share the wealth
I'm dreaming, dreaming...of the day I can control myself
The day I can control myself
Hey, hey, the day I can control myself.

Imagine a man,
Not a child of any revolt
But a plain man tied up in life.
Imagine the sand,
Running out as he struts,
Parading and fading, ignoring his wife.
Imagine a road,
So long looking back
That you can't see where it really began.
Imagine a load,
So large and so smooth
That against it a man is an ant.
And you will see the end
You will see the end

Imagine events,
That occur every day
Like a shooting or raping
Or a simple act of deceit.
Imagine a fence,
Around you as high as Prudential
Casting shadows
You can't see your feet.
Imagine a girl,
With long, flowing hair
And a body of chalky perfection and truth.
Imagine a past,
That you wish you had lived,
Full of heroes and villains and fools.
And you will see the end
You will see the end
And you will see the end
You will see the end, oh yeah.

Imagine a man,
Not a child of any revolt
But a man of today feeling new.
Imagine a soul,
So old it is broken
And you know your invention is you.
And you will see the end
You will see the end
And you will see the end
You will see the end, oh yeah.

Friday night, I'm on my way home
They oughtta make work a crime
I'm home for the weekend
I'm gonna make the most of my time
There's a rock and roll singer on the televison
Givin' up his music, gonna take up religion

Deserted by promotion
Tryin' to save his soul

Saturday night, got a gig with the band
Playing the electric guitar
Someday I'm gonna make it
I'm gonna be a super-duper star
Get a big flashy car
And a house for my mom
The big break better happen soon
Cause I'm pushin' twenty-one

Just like Cinderella,
When she couldn't go to the ball
A voice said, "I'm your Fairy Manager--
You shall play at Carnegie Hall"
I'm gonns give up my day job,
To become a heart-throb
I may go far, if I...smash my guitar

Away for the weekend, I've gotta play some one-night stands
Six for the taxman, and one for the band
Back in the studio, to make our latest number one
Take two-hundred and seventy-six,
You know this used to be fun

Monday morning, I just got home,
It's six and the birds are singin'
I need a drink and my clothes are still wet
Ooh and my ears are still ringing
There's a rock and roll singer bopping on the TV
He used to be a preacher
But now he sings in a major key

Amended his decision
To the new religion.