The Miner

I have this dream of glass and gold
Everyone watching everyone
The city street's a diamond mine
And in my dream we're mining all the time

And it's been said, "Stay off these streets."
But you know I'd stopped caring years ago
They'll dig a hole ten miles deep
But still there's no place to call home
Oh, yeah, there's no place to call home

They know what's good for you
They had me breath it, too
And it made us all suffocate ourselves
Suffocate

So fill my mouth with glass and gold
And here you thought I'd never dry
And with this glass I can't grow old
Because it doubles me in size (x5)

I have this dream...