Watch the skies for signs or planes Same old bad news again today It's just a thousand ways to make torture sound polite
From H. Block to Springbok-bok-bok Tell me when does the beating stop I'm not prepared to just sit and watch again tonight
Here it comes Here it comes Here it comes
We have a dream There's no use fighting it It's burning burning bright Dreams can come true If you put your mind to it And you've been tucked up alright Burning burning bright Burning burning bright Oh, don't put out the lights
From Moscow to Monterey, Maine to Mexico Its hard to hear what the people say It's like they've one foot in their mouths and the other in their graves
From H. Block to Springbok-bok-bok Tell me when do the beating stop Are you prepared to just stand and watch again tonight?
Here it comes Here it comes Here it comes
We have a dream There's no use fighting it Burning burning bright Dreams can come true If you put your mind to it And you've been tucked up alright Burning, buuuuuuuuuurning bright Burning burning bright
Here it comes Here it comes Here it comes
Yes we have a dream There's no use fighting it Burning burning bright Dreams can come true If you put your mind to it And you've been tucked up alright Burning burning bright Bur-bur-bur...burning burning bright So don't put out the lights!