Eraserheads — Milk An Money

I dream of all the years decaying I dream of bitter endings, street smiles Hateful goodbyes Demented lies I dream of guns with red round triggers And bullets that don't ever miss And wounds that won't heal Hands that won't feel Is this hallowed ground sinking? Will tears stop their falling? Can I speak the truth if they cut my tongue? One night you wake up you're screaming With trembling hands And the frightening part Is you don't understand And as we go on living Each day we must tell ourselves That we have to carry on And every night as we lay down And deliver our prayers To live to see another day But then down here no one cares And your troubles will be found Buried six feet in the ground We dream a land of milk and money Of coffee mornings bright and sunny Sex on the phone You're not alone And every night as we lay down And deliver our prayers We live to live to see another day But when nightmares come around We'll be drinking all our wine Buried six feet in the ground