The Rolling Stones Follow

I had a dream last night I was piloting a plane
And all the passengers were drunk and insane
I crashed landed in a Louisiana swamp
Shot up a horde of zombies
But I come out on top
What's it all about
Guess it just reflects my mood
Sitting in the dirt feeling kind of hurt

And all I hear is doom and gloom
And all is darkness in my room
Through the light your face I see
Baby take a chance
Baby won't you dance with me

Lost all that treasure
In an overseas war
Just goes to show
You don't get what you pay for
Battle to the rich
And you worry about the poor
Put my feet up on the couch
And lock all the doors
Hear a funky noise
That's the tightening of the screws
I'm feeling kind of hurt
Sitting in the dirt

All I hear is doom and gloom
But when those drums go boom boom boom
Through the night your face I see
Baby take a chance
Baby won't you dance with me
Yeah
Baby won't you dance with me
Ah yeah

Fracking deep for oil
But there's nothing in the sump
There's kids all picking at the garbage dump
I am running out of water
So I better prime the pump
I am trying to stay sober but I end up drunk
We'll be eating dirt
Living on the side of the road
There's some food for thought
Kind of makes your head explode
Feeling kind of hurt
Yeah

And all I hear is doom and gloom
And all is darkness in my room
Through the night your face I see
Baby, come on
Baby won't you dance with me
Yeah
Yeah
Baby won't you dance with me

Feeling kind of hurt
Baby won't you dance with me
Ah yeah
Come on
Dance with me
Sitting in the dirt
Baby won't you dance with me