Milk An Money

Milk An Money - Eraserheads

I dream of all the years decaying

I dream of bitter endings

Street smiles

Hateful goodbyes

Demented lies

I dream of guns with red round triggers

And bullets that won't ever miss

And wounds that won't heal

Hands that won't feel

Is this hallowed ground sinking

Will tears stop their falling

Can I speak the truth if they cut my tongue

One night you wake up you're screaming

With trembling hands

And the frightening part

Is you don't understand

And as we go on living

Each day we must tell ourselves

That we have to carry on

And every night as we lay down

And deliver our prayers

To live to see another day

But then down here no one cares

And your troubles will be found

Buried six feet in the ground

We dream a land of milk and honey

Of coffee mornings bright and sunny

Sex on the phone

You're not alone

And every night as we lay down

And deliver our prayers

To live to see another day

But when nightmares come around

We'll be drinking all our wine

Buried six feet in the ground