You can't feed him steel
And no one likes his ideas
And they all look fucked
Well those eyelids help
What's there to wake up to?
(Up to)
What's there to wake up to?
When no one dreams anyway
(Way)
No one thinks anyway
(Way)
And they live and they die in bed
No one thinks and they drive buses
No one dreams and they die in
In, in, in, in in bed
(Bed)
And no one dreams anyway
No one thinks anyway
No one dreams anyway
No! they all start dying here
No one lives, they all start dying here
No one dreams, they all start dying hee
Artist: Gretchen Wilson
Artist: Midnight Oil
Artist: Vianney