Dream Killing Town Lyrics

Pre-war matador
Save your broken bones
Golden rule, he's such a fool
In the streets alone
Slow burn, taciturn
Nothing left to say
Column five, sympathize
It's easier that wayJust want to be a big boy
Pushin' some Jim-jims around
But it's hard to be a dreamer
In a dream killing town
Hard to be a dreamer
In a dream killing town
Good as dead, Sally said
I fear what she knowsMoney spent, for reconnaissance
And blood's upon her clothes
Child's toy, soldier boy
Playing with his gun

Uptown, missile clown
Living on the runHe just want to be a big boy
Growing up too soon
Show you his gun
Flash his knife in the sun
And dance to a rock and roll tuneOnce tried, twice denied
Sally said she knew
Full sized polarized
Is what she's looking through
Switch blade, promenade
Leather jacket war
Cliche, don't runaway
Slipping out the back doorAll night parasite
Wake me up at noon
Copped himself an attitude
Down at the Red Dog Saloon
Quick laid, masquerade
Gets the young boy up tight
Low rent, Jack-a-Lent
Says he's gonna be all right
Songwriters
GREEN, GEORGE MICHAEL/MELLENCAMP, JOHNPublished by
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing