Songs

Down, down, down, to a dirty little room
Some creatures there
Wrapped up warm in their cocoon
The lights are low, sickly sweet smell in the air
You say hello, but it's not as if you're there.

Cold cold dreams for breakfast baby
You should have been protected baby
But now you've lost your spark
I told you not to park in the war zone,
Cold cold dreams for breakfast baby
You should have been selective (maybe)
But that was not your style
You were still a child in a sweet shop.

Wait so long hot excitement in your veins
When it comes things will never be the same
But now I think that you might have gone too far
A tube up your nose makes you look just like a star.

Cold cold dreams for breakfast baby
You should have been protected baby
But now you've lost your spark
I told you not to park in the war zone.
Cold cold dreams for breakfast baby
You were such a pretty baby. Now you won't get old
There was no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
(they sold you)
Your new friends left you in a corridor
Golden hair makes a pattern on the floor
Up, up, up, up, and over down and out
Like all bad dreams you are silent as you shout.

Cold cold dreams for breakfast baby
You should have been protected baby
But now you've lost your spark
I told you not to park in the war zone
Cold cold dreams for breakfast baby
You should have been selective
(maybe)
But that was not your style
You were still a child in a sweet shop

So pretty in your paper gown-
Maybe you're sleeping.
No one else can let you down-
You were worth keeping.

Cold cold dreams for breakfast baby
You should have been protected baby
But now you've lost your spark
I told you not to park in the war zone
Cold cold dreams for breakfast baby
You should have been selective
(maybe)
But that was not your style
You were still a child in a sweet shop

Cold cold dreams for breakfast baby
You were such a pretty baby
Now you won't get old
There was no pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow.
(they sold you)

Sturgeon/COD 1999