Dreaming From The Waist - The Who

I feel like I want to break out of the house

My heart is pumping, I’ve got sin in my mouth

I feel like I’m heading up to a cardiac arrest

I want to scream in the night, I want a manifest

I’ve got that wide awake, give-and-take, five o’clock-in-the-morning feeling

I got the hots for the sluts in the well found pages of the magazines

I want to drive, want to fly like I do in the dreams I’ve never really been in I want to hump, want to jump, want to heat up, cool down in a dream machine

I’m dreaming … from the waist on down

I’m dreaming … but I feel tired and bound

I’m dreaming … of a day when a cold shower helps my health

I’m dreaming … dreaming — of the day I can control myself

Day I can control myself

Sound like a priest and then I’m shooting dice

I’m burning tires with some guy whose hair is turning white

I know the girls that I pass, they just ain’t impressed

I’m too old to give up, but too young to rest

I’ve got that numb-to-a-thumb over-dubbed

Feeling social when the world is sleeping

The plot starts to thicken then I sicken and I feel I’m cemented down

I’m so juiced at the bar

And a lady’s sad sad story has me quietly weeping

But here comes the morning

Here comes the yawning demented clown

I’m dreaming … but I know it’s all hot air

I’m dreaming … I’ll get back to that rocking chair

I’m dreaming … of the day I can share the wealth

I’m dreaming … dreaming — of the day I can control myself

Day I can control myself

Hey, hey!

The day I can control myself