Violence House

I came up out of the Violence House
With blood and piss streaming down my legs
With fists clenched, white on the inside
Jeans rust-stained, taut, and clinging tight

And in the dazzling sun of the afternoon
I emerged to a verdant field, green and strewn
With the broken parts of a dream I had
Of a car that could take me away, away, away

Well the years go by, and I feel alright
I can work my job, sometimes I sleep at night
I can drink, and I can dream
But in my dreams, I don't wanna be dreaming
Because I dream, dream, dream of the Violence House
I dream, dream, dream of the Violence House