On the killing floor I stand With a stun-gun in my hand Like a cowboy shooting bad men on the range And nothing satisfies And the soul inside me dies As I duck each punch and never risk the change
And now you look at me With that same old used-to-be But time winds down And I turned my back long ago
But I still dream Darling I still dream
And now you look at me With that same old used-to-be But time winds down And I turned my back long ago
But I still dream Oh darling I still dream I still dream Lord knows I still dream I still dream Darling I still dream