The Dream

One two three four
Five crazy individual animals
Stuck out on the road
Trying to be one
Can you imagine

Five of us in search of a dream
Always on the road it seems
All turned on to the memory now
Look for other lassis hated by the lads

But we bridged the gap somehow with our music
In the scrap
To be number one
Number one
Number one

We had contact with the fans
Nothing could stop us now
Violence
Saturday nights all those run arounds
We was up there with the best
Till it all came down
No sleep, no eat
Just pills to keep you alert
Searching, searching till we all went blind
And never jet struck bater
Moving at a hell of pace
It'll take your breath away
But I couldn't resist that godlike feeling
When I'm up on the stage
And never in a thousand years
Did I ever think I'd see the day
When it'd be all gone gone
Or we'd blown away
Well, the joker smiles as he shook my hand
And said "Welcome to the stage"
Laughed and said
"Hahaha
Well kid, welcome to number one"