Bad Dream - The Cribs

If you can only write about the things that you know best

I guess I can’t really sing songs about myself?

And we never really stood a chance at all, actually

We were bred to always believe in tragedy

But I never really knew how greased the pole was gonna be

And it all just seems, like one long bad dream

And what’s it gonna take to wake me up?

But I’ll walk through fire just to preserve our memories

And what’s it gonna take to wake you up?

I can see the writing’s on the wall, already

At 3am in a bathroom stall in Queens

And we never really had a choice at all, actually

Cos we were bred to always believe in tragedy… yep

Now all the things I saved for best are starting to look a mess

And it all just seems, like one long bad dream

And what’s it gonna take to wake me up?

But I’ll walk through fire just to preserve our memories

So what’s it gonna take to wake you up?

Sometimes it’s the weak that has to carry the strong

Sometimes when we cry people just call it a song

Sometimes in this world you have to straddle the gun

Sometimes it’s the old that has to bury the young