Had A Dream – Bag Of Toys – letras

I had a dream the other dayI didn’t cry, didn’t try, didn’t know what to doI had a dream the other day(that) They’re shooting from the buildings and they’re dressed in civil clothesand I’m trying to take their guns, but who’s got em’ no one knowsAnd those bad mother fuckers with their pain and their strugglesand the things that they do to you, the things that they do to meI couldn’t cry, couldn’t try, couldn’t know what to doCuz we’re just pawns and their pieces, we’re just pawns in their piecesIn their games and their struggles, and their names are all muddledBecause we never know, never know what to dopulling down the covers now/pulling down the covers nownothin’s gonna make it now/nothin’s gonna shake it nowAnd the dreams of this war/ and the dreams of this war…Cool down…Cool down…Cool downI had a dream the other dayI couldn’t breath, couldn’t see, couldn’t keep the sand from my eyesI had a dream the other day(that) There’s explosions all around and they’re shooting on the groundand the bad guys are clinging to their guns, ears are ringingAnd those bad mother fuckers, they’re insane with rebuttaland the things that they do to you, the things that they do to meAnd they’re cruising down the street like a runaway freight trainKilling everything in sight, I’m proud I think, but that ain’t rightpulling down the covers now/pulling down the covers nownothin’s gonna make it now/nothin’s gonna shake it nowAnd the dreams of this war/ and the dreams of this war…Cool down…Cool down…Cool downI had a dream the other dayThat the world was in love, and I thought I saw a doveAnd the boys all came home and no one was alonebut those bad mother fuckers, in their ties and their loversSitting safe at home cuz they voted that I goto some place far away and blow away my enemywhile the politicians talk about it, and the politicians talk about itfour more days and four more ways to die and four more days four more days to die4 more years, 4 more years, I got 4 more years of this