Rogue Fame - Dream Catcher

Why don't you get on this
What's love what's fame in cumbersome hands?
Where's your man? He's gone but you understand
We'll laugh for days and never look back
A common soul with a goal to please the biggest sack
From fringe to bra and the underwear
Skin on sole as if there's nothing else to wear

Poles, fools, floors to ceilings
Pitiful men with unbroken feelings
But money to spend money to spend
Never to end never to end
A nail above their head head a nail above their head head
And a forbidden color, you're not just another
Native spirit dancer, you're the dream catcher

What's dreams? what's stains on brown suede legs?
Nowhere to go when the pilgrims beg
We'll cry for years and begat your today
So your kids will have somewhere to stay
Too each their own as they blow their load
Not a desperate hand but you can cry on command
Hey you, hey you, hey you, hey you

Poles, fools, floors to ceilings
Pitiful men with unbroken feelings
But money to spend money to spend
Never to end never to end
A nail above their head head a nail above their head head
And a forbidden color, you're not just another
Native spirit dancer, you're the dream catcher

What's love? what's fame in cumbersome hands
We'll laugh for days and never look back
What's dreams? stains on brown suede legs baby
We'll cry for years and begat your today

Written by:
Justin Tarin

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