Woorden: Smashing Pumpkins. American Gothic. Pox.

Another dumb kid, shut up
Another restless bitch, still fuck
Another magic trick, not a sound
Forget to forget you're so far
You're getting close to my heart, a pox, a pox

We're giving back the dream
We're giving back the dream
We're giving back the dream
We're giving back the dream

Another plastic squeeze, sunkissed
Another favorite squeeze, I lost again
We do as we please, but what with?
I choose to forget just how close we really are
Next to me, a pox, a pox

We're giving back the dream
We're giving back the dream
We're giving back the dream
We're giving back the dream

I know I'm right, I can't be wrong
Put up your dukes, you're not so strong

Every angel sleeps somewhere
Every angel dreams of sometime
Every angel walks with me now
Every angel kiss that's left upon my bruised cheek
A gazillion strong bleed

We're giving back the dream
We're giving back the dream
We're giving back the dream
We're giving back the dream

Another dumb kid, he shot him
Another dumb kid, he shot him
Another dumb kid, he shot him
Even angels sleep sometime