Letra de Dreaming from the waist

I feel like I want to break out of the house
My heart is a-pumping, I´ve got sand in my mouth
I feel like I´m heading up to a cardiac arrest
I want to scream in the night, I want a manifest

I´ve got that wide awake, give-and-take, five o´clock-in-the-morning feeling
I´ve got the hots for the sluts in the well thumbed pages of a magazine
I want to drive, want to fly like I do in the dreams I´ve never really been in
I want to hump, want to jump, want to heat up, cool down in a dream machine

I´m dreaming ... from the waist on down
I´m dreaming ... but I feel tired and bound
I´m dreaming ... of a day when a cold shower helps my health
I´m dreaming ... dreaming - of the day I can control myself
Day I can control myself

Sound like a priest and then I´m shooting dice
I´m burning tires with some guy whose hair is turning white
I know the girls that I pass, they just ain´t impressed
I´m too old to give up, but too young to rest

I´ve got that numb-to-a-thumb over-dubbed
Feeling social when the world is sleeping
The plot starts to thicken then I sicken and I feel I´m cemented down
I´m so juiced that the whorey lady´s sad sad story has me quietly weeping
But here comes the morning
Here comes the yawning demented clown

I´m dreaming ... but I know it´s all hot air
I´m dreaming ... I´ll get back to that rocking chair
I´m dreaming ... of the day I can share the wealth
I´m dreaming ... dreaming - of the day I can control myself
Day I can control myself
Hey, hey!
The day I can control myself