I don’t wanna be
Hanged from a gold ash tree
And I don’t wanna be
At the Xerox machine
In this kingdom of dreams
In this kingdom of dreams
I don’t wanna fall
For a courtesy call
With the mice in the wall
Or wander around
This make believe town
In a hospital gown
In the kingdom of dreams
In the kingdom of dreams
In the kingdom of dreams
Oh but if i were a king
All of the bells would ring
Hell wouldn’t mean a thing
If I were king
At the moonscape motel
The halls lead to hell
And I do not feel well
I don’t like the moon
When it’s a blood red balloon
In this kingdom of dreams
In this kingdom of dreams
Well the stars are bright pink
And I’m starting to sink
In invisible ink