When they told about the dream,
It was a capitol offense.
It seemed to make a lot of sense.
The more we learned the less intense.
There is something Ďbout the dream,
Thatís not the same when Iím awake.
I donít know how much I can take,
Before those bastards make me break.
So, when you hear about the dream,
It will all add up precise.
We all get an equal slice,
But, not without a sacrifice.
words and music by Don Semco and Alan Brock 1996