There's a lightning under the ceiling   Every struck kid looking for a feeling   Is gonna raise a cup   When the moon is up   Because there's nothing else here to do   She has a parked cab   Begging to leave this   With a bar tab bigger than Jesus   And a reason for every bullet hole in the   Plot laid out for her   All the strung-out kids on Dead Street   Gave her directions and a fix   She's got money left for a ticket out   She'd rather drink 'till she don't exist      Everybody knows   That there's no way out of here   Everybody's trying but we just can't leave   We got pushed about   And the end's not what it seems   Packing our bags to kiss it goodbye   In our wildest dreams   In our wildest dreams   In our wildest dreams      They give you TV   To buy what they sell you   They give you Bibles   To do what they tell you   Until the skin and bones   Of a programmed home   Are the only things to control   Between the schools and the factories   There's a hidden path that you can't see   One by one they keep turning up   They've got a new life here in store   And all the red lights took the night off   As the streets lay bored again   The old theaters and churches pray for the   Wrecking ball to swing      Everybody knows   That there's no way out of here   Everybody's trying but we just can't leave   We got pushed about   And the end's not worth the means   Packing our bags to kiss it goodbye   In our wildest dreams   In our wildest dreams   In our wildest dreams      So how are we gonna carry this ahead   Before their trite defeated eyes   I think they'd rather bury us instead   Under these dark and defeated skies   We hang like question marks at the end   Of every dream   I'd rather be a fugitive   Than die here in between      Everybody knows   That there's no way out of here   Everybody's trying but we just can't leave   We got pushed about   And the end's not what it seems   Packing our bags to kiss it goodbye   In our wildest dreams      Everybody knows   That there's no way out of here   (Not what it seems)   Everybody's trying, trying but we just can't leave   (Not worth the means means)   We got pushed about   And the end's not worth the means   Packing our bags to kiss it goodbye   In our wildest dreams   In our wildest dreams   Dreams   In our wildest dreams   Dreams   In our wildest dreams   Dreams   In our wildest Dreams   Dreams