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. Sitting in the dirt. 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. Yeah. Baby won't you dance with me. Oh yeah. Fracking deep for oil. But there's nothing in the sump. The kids are picking. At the garbage dump. I'm running out of water. So I better prime the pump. I'm trying to stay sober. But I end up drunk. We'll be eating dirt. Living on the side of the road. There's some food for thought. Kind of makes your head explode. Feeling kind of hurt. Yeah. But all I hear is doom and gloom. And all is darkness in my room. Through the night your face I see. Baby come on. Baby won't you dance with me. Yeah. Yeah. Baby won't you dance with me. I'm feeling kind of hurt. Baby won't you dance with me. Yeah. Come on. Dance with me. I'm sitting in the dirt. Baby won't you dance with me!!!