[Tybalt Speaking:]
Peace? I hate the word.
As I hate hell; all Montagues.
I had a dream last night
‘Cause it looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night
But it looked unlike a dream
Mercy, mercy, I made a call
Make me a suit so I can get it off
Heaven help me, my head is spin’n round
Stop this airplane cause I got to get down
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove (right on)
Here’s to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis
And Romeo, gave it for a chorus girl in Vegas, yeah
Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills
And Jesus flies to Mexico, to get a prescription filled
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
It was a scream last night
It was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever)
I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
She was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasoline
I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
I had a scream last night
Lord above…
I didn’t know where to shake my butt
Walked backwards, fucked like a fox
I was more fucked up than your sister’s tackle box
It’s three a.m. at five o’clock
Wore it on my sleeve, and I got shot!
Shot me down
Yeah, whatever, rock out
That’s it, that’s my rhyme, take it to the streets, bitch.