Besedila: Tori Amos. Tales Of A Librarian. Sweet Dreams.

Who's your daddy? Aha
Come along now

"Lies everywhere", said the father to the son
You're peppermint breath, gonna choke him to death
Daddy, watch your little black sheep run
He's got knives in his back, every time he opens up
You say, "He gotta be strong if you want to be a man"
Mr. I don't know how you can have

Sweet dreams, sweet dreams
Who's your daddy?

Land land of liberty we're run by a constipated man
When you live in the past, you refuse to see
When your daughter comes home nine months pregnant
With five billion points of light
Gonna shine them on the face of your friends
They've got the earth in a sling, the world on her knees
They've even got your zipper between their teeth

Sweet dreams, sweet dreams
You say, you say, you say that you have 'em
I say that you're a liar

Sweet dreams, sweet dreams
Go on, go on, go on, go on and dream
Your house is on fire, come along now, aha

You say, you say, you say that you have 'em
I say that you're a liar

Sweet dreams, sweet dreams
Go on, go on, go on, go on and dream
Your house is on fire, come along now
Who's your daddy?

Well, well, well summer wind been catching up with me
You say, "Elephant mind missy you don't have
You're forgettin', to fly darlin' when you sleep"
I got hazy lazy Susan takin' turns all over my dreams
I got lizards and snakes runnin' through my body
Funny how they all have my face

Sweet dreams, sweet dreams
Sweet dreams, sweet dreams