I had a dream last night. That I was piloting a plane. And all the passengers were drunk and insane. I crash landed in a Louisiana swamp. Shot up a horde of zombies. But I come out on top. What's it all about?. Does it just reflect my mood?. Sitting in the dirt. Feeling kind of hurt. All I hear is doom and gloom. And all is darkness in my room. Through the light your face I see. Baby take a chance. Baby won't you dance with me. Lost all that treasure in an overseas war. It just goes to show you don't get what you paid for. Battle to the rich and you worry about the poor. Put my feet up on the couch. And lock all the doors. Hear a funky noise. That's the tightening of the screws. I'm feeling kind of hurt. All I hear is doom and gloom. But when those drums go boom boom boom. Through the night your face I see. Baby take a chance. Baby won't you dance with me. Oh yeah