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This is a new old song. New for you, old for me. It's in...hmmm... 7/8, that's a bit weird, and probably something I'll do only once. It was thought as a sort of sequel to "Army of Silent Kids" and a prequel to "Revenge". Needless to say, I was not a happy camper whilst writing this song - probably dreaming of the job I actually have now, thinking it would never happen. So, basically, I'm living the dream now.

All jobs mentioned are things I wanted to be when I grew up, at one time or another.


It goes a little smthg like this:

Work 

Dreams, where did you go?

Work, what did I know?

All I wanted was to live OK

Dreams, where did you go?

Work, who could have known?

Should have kept the dream of

Becoming a

Carpenter, dancer,

A professor of astronomy,

Writer, Egyptologist

Carpenter, dancer

A professor of astronomy,

Writer, archaeologist

Home, where did you go?

Peace, how could I know?

All I wanted was to live OK

How fast can I run far?

There’s no more fun

Time erased the dream of

Becoming a

Carpenter, dancer,

A professor of astronomy,

Writer, Egyptologist

Carpenter, dancer,

A professor of astronomy,

Writer, archaeologist

Teachers please read my lips

‘Cause you thought me NOTHING!

Always an empty stare

Always overlooking

Torture for little kids

A playground

A minefield

Gave your silent support

To some vulgar Darwinism

Dreams, where did you go?

Work, what did I know?

All I wanted was to live OK

Dreams, where did you go?

Work, who could have known?

Should have kept the dream of

Becoming someone