Sweet Strange Dreams - kay kay and his weathered underground

Sweet strange dreams

We’re not concerned with where or why we dwell

Or what happens in 2012

We’re not concerned with the passing of hours

Or warring super powers

And honestly I can’t think of any place I’d rather be

And honestly we can’t think of any other place we’d rather be

Cause who’s to say that life isn’t fair or is?

And who am I to keep on being such an awful pessimist?

And who are you?

For purchasing and listening

To all of my bitchin' again

When I fail to realize that I’m alive

And my muse is every wasted bit of time

Slowly passing

Slowly passing by my mind

In my sweet strange dreams