Paint a moustache on the Mona Lisa 
Ride a Harley through the heart of danger 
Pick up a pen and fight a war for the right to dream 
I was seventeen 

Give up my house, sleep for nights on concrete 
Meditate with all the bums on Vine Street 
No [bad word]  no more hiding in the house of the dead 
I think I'll grow some dreads 

I believe in the sanctity of dreams 
No [bad word] from these masqueraders 
I believe that society will never dream like me 

I dream of loving, of the empty graveyard 
I dream of Vegas and the transcendental wildcard 
place where noone waits to die before they go into the light 
And just the blind have sight 

I follow nothing but [bad word] of my instinct 
No matter where it leads, I know it will take me to the brink 
And leave me there by myself and all alone with my dreams 
Can you hear my scream? 

I believe in the sanctity of dreams 
No [bad word] from these masqueraders 
I believe that society will never dream like me 
Never dream like me 
Society will never dream like me 
Never dream like me 
Ooh ooh ooh 
I believe in the sanctity of dreams 
No [bad word] from these masqueraders 
I believe that society will never dream like me 
Oh-oh 
I believe in the sanctity of dreams 
No [bad word] from these masqueraders 
I believe that society will never dream like me 
Never dream like me 
Society 
Society will never dream like me 
Society 
Society 
Society will never dream like me