When the lights go out in the land of the free,
all that I have is a need, all that I need is unclear to me.
And it’s all downhill once you learn how kids are made,
even the dogs on the street have a little more dignity.
Hell is a crowded room,
Heaven’s just got you
naked on all fours.
Don’t close your eyes on me,
you can dream,
but you can’t have everything.
Don’t close your eyes on me,
you can dream,
but you can’t have everything.
When the lights go out in Oxford, Missisipi,
all that I know self combusts, all that I see turns to dust.
And it’s all downhill once you reach the seventh grade,
even the dogs on the street know all your darkest secrets.
Hell is a broken chair
on the bathroom floor,
dirty drunken whore.
Don’t close your eyes on me,
you can dream,
but you can’t have everything.
Don’t close your eyes on me,
you can dream,
but you can’t have everything