Don't Dream It's Over

[Verse 1: Gregory Nichols] Unnecessary conversations leave me facing Desperate housewives with the chime, so don't forget what he's lacing Productive mindset, ain't even the best bet Leave you sitting with my pet, and dancing like a majorette Now Don't forget about fact that I over stress and do recollect You're paying money to the Text I Show up in hell and then collect Garnish your wages Then go wild out on stages Paying money to karma, and then you sing about the changes (Well) we were both parted by things that we had both wanted Forth cometh, money gets Flaunted, and random feelings unwanted (Well now I) Got this random mindset Of trying not to digest Gave Christian 10%, so that the man could pray less Over stress, plotting on a mood like it's Y&X Complex Staying true to form until the grip lets Now Take this triple six up to the cell, or the wishing well, now I wish you well Postpone that trip to Hell, now I'm praying to god that I'll be dead by (Tuesday!) Money gets funny, less comical Makes a dream astronomical Long as my depression chronicles And it leaves you in a spell Where's the lion witch and the wardrobe? When you crossdress to get in my shoes My laser beams will detect Reject Messing with the tampering of honest More or less, twenty more counts of self-defense that I must confess Chose to neglect, nostalgic Friends that I, can't respect Try to reflect, I contemplate feelings that I don't expect [Interlude] (Woman chatter) [Verse 2:] Uh None of your business trick, I handle my business and then go split Give tips to those who can't exist And those who never seem to fit Inside, this black box, strike the side, of the matchbox Light the dark, a paradox Please, Walk into this roadblock Life socks Put it on the ground, and let the note walk So far Death is due up next, so let the hue alt- Ternate, bringing feelings back so we can triple date Recollect the complexions of true affection, now we lessen True rhymes, leave your eyes bugging like Marty Feldman (Well then?) my beef is steak, so please alert the mailman True actions, or impaction, leave you vying for reactions Don't let your guard down, that's like fighting with satisfaction Traction Carry all my Feelings like subtraction Reactants Mood is like mixing fire and lithium metal, (Atkins) [Outro:] We Need Love