Nothing on smoke today. Nothing dies on the wing. Wing's been losing time. An anarchy born in pain. Pain that comes and goes. It goes against all you see. You see I got Gables eyes. And Eisenhower blames the poor. The poor huddled on the curb. Gotta get back in shape. We're backing up a major plan. We're treading on ???? lights. We're walking under golden sun. We're living in a Planet of Dreams. We're living in a Planet of Dreams. We're living in a Planet of Dreams. We're living in a Planet of Dreams. We're living in a Planet of Dreams. We're living in a Planet. (5 more times).