Dream Gerrard

And it's a fact, you are cold

They react, dream Gerrard

Hippos don't wear hats

Lobsters shriek if provoked

On long blue ribbons

That he may see

While he sleeps

Monsieur old Neddy

He wears spectacles in

Bed that he

May see dreams more clearly

The night, it will be black

And white raven croaking

I am thirsty, die

They won't let it be

They think it should be done

With reality

I scream from a skull

Fritz, bring your wigwam

They won't let it be

They think it should be done

With reality, with reality

They won't let it be

They think it should be done

With reality, with reality

They won't let it be

They think it should be done

With reality, with reality

They think it should be done

They think it should be done

With reality, with reality

With reality, with reality

They think it should be done

With reality, with reality

They won't let it be

They think it should be done

With reality, with reality

With reality, with reality