I like it    I don't like it

No one hears the laughter
No one hears the pain
All the worlds escapes for the insane
Judgement day is coming
Can we all be saints
The justice in this world is all a game

Cant we find, cant we find a dream

Street fights on the corner
An abiet daughters slain
The bodys on the news, is all a fame
When somethin for nothin is the only way they play
Well never ever see the light of day

All the goods and wicked
Get on their knees and pray
Sins of all their fathers turn away
Turn away

Cant we find, cant we find a dream