To the Hilt - The Devil Makes Three

Now I know that you can see that demon

As he rests in his towers on high

Makin' us run after his pennies

Most of our lives

There ain’t nothing we can do now

'Cause we all got to survive

Sittin' down here rotting from deep inside

I’m singing dream

Just dream for me

I’m singing dream

Just dream for me

I’m singing dream

Just dream for me

'Cause I believe

That these chains, they are growin' weak

Yes I believe

That these chains, they are growin' weak

They are growin' weak

They are growin' weak

Now I know that you can hear them screamin'

From those cubicles deep inside

As they sit just now wonderin'

Always that question why

And I know you can hear them whisperin'

Why they can’t get what they need

Strapped down to the table

They’re injected with that greed

I’m singing dream

Just dream for me

I’m singing dream

Just dream for me

I’m singing dream

Just dream for me

'Cause I believe

That these chains, they are growin' weak

Yes I believe

That these chains, they are growin' weak

They are growin' weak

They are growin' weak