Tybalt speaking:
peace? i hate the word.
as i hate hell, all montagues.
i had a dream last night
'cause it looked just like a dream
i had a dream last night
but it looked unlike a dream
mercy, mercy, i'm made of parts
make me a suit so i can get it off
heaven help my head is spin'n round
stop this airplane cause i got to get down
i had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
i had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
here's to the montagues, john wayne, and bette davis
and romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hair
juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills
and jesus drives to mexico, to get her prescription filled
i had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
i was a scream last night
it was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever)
i had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
i had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream
she was on fire last night, and i was breathing gasoline
i had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove
i had to scream last night
lord of love
i didn't know where to shake my butt
walked backwards, fucked like a fox
i was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box
three a.m. at five o'clock
and one of us leaves, and i got shot!
shot me down
yeah, whatever, rock out
that's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, bitch.