The stuff that dreams are made of
foreign objects cast at me
from the hands of wiley tricksters in black overcoats
how could this be?
you know, I never fell foul of the fishermen three
no, I never fell foul of the fishermen three
a great reality made up of lies
imagination that drives me wild
can't remember the true from false
both reduced to impulse
a great reality made up of lies
farmer tempting me with straw
I don't know what he thinks he can gain
got his scarecrow looking at me
as both of 'em fiendishly hang
I'm sure I never fell foul of the barleymow gang
no, I never fell foul of the barleymow gang
a great reality made up of lies
imagination that drives me wild
can't remember the true from false
both reduced to impulse
a great reality made up of lies
every thought that enters my head
every night as I lie in my bed
every avenue I try to take
everything that I feel as I wake
every thought that enters my head
numb stark mental
every night as I lie in my bed
numb stark mental
every avenue I try to take
numb stark mental
everything that I feel as I wake
numb stark mental
a great reality made up of lies
imagination that drives me wild
can't remember the true from false
both reduced to impulse
a great reality made up of lies
imagination that drives me wild
can't remember the true from false
both reduced to impu**
