While walking down the broken path .
Concrete old and full of cracks .
I see a sign above the door .
You get the dreams that you pay for .
From bloodshot eye\'s and snarled grin ,
The book he opened . Said look within .
The dream you wish should be right there .
You pick the page . He brushed his hair .
Would you buy a dream of mother\'s breath ?
As she laid you down to rest .
Would you buy a dream of lady fair ?
Where she had not a thing to wear .
Would you buy a dream of youth and lust ?
Or maby of a friend you trust .
Riches that you never had .
Or a dream of when your dad got mad .
Pay me for the dreams you want .
Pay me now so they so those won\'t haunt .
A nightmare is your life it seems .
You try so hard to stop the screams.
Your sleep it takes the world away .
Per chance you think the dreames will stay .
The day it wakes . From sweet dream slumber .
Where is that store . I forgot the number .