{She's} Hung Up On a Dream

Ever Since I was a Laddie
I felt like a Ghost
Solitary Till 44
Two Iraqi wars
And it's a little thing we call love
Nine to fives on a saturday
With an old sawed off dirty shotgun

Requiem for a midnight dance under the sun
Memories of an old romance had a felling it'd been done
Its's a little thing we call love
Sound it out with a four letter word
L-O-V-E Love.

And She's hung up on a dream
A dream She never had
Stick two fingers down
  Down low.

And we could have chances
Of a fine gum gummed cigarette
In the moonlight tonight if we can

Everybody's watching numbers on the television screen
To see what a hard days work will bring

And She's hung up on a dream
A dream She never had
Stick two fingers down there
 And Grab.