TYBALT SPEAKING:

Peace? I hate the word.

As I hate hell, all Montagues.





I had a dream last night

'Cause it looked just like a dream

I had a dream last night

But it looked unlike a dream

Mercy, mercy, I'm made of parts

Make me a suit so I can get it off

Heaven help my head is spin'n round

Stop this airplane cause I got to get down

I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove

I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove

Here's to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis

And Romeo, he waved before this chorus girl and beggars hair

Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills

And Jesus drives to Mexico, to get her prescription filled

I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove

I was a scream last night

It was getting kinda fun (yeah, rock out, whatever)

I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream

I had a dream last night, because she looked just like a dream

She was on fire last night, and I was breathing gasoline

I had a dream last night, and it fit me like a glove

I had to scream last night

Lord of Love

I didn't know where to shake my butt

Walked backwards, fucked like a fox

I was more fucked up than your sister's tackle box

Three a.m. at five o'clock

And one of us leaves, and I got shot!

Shot me down

Yeah, whatever, rock out

That's it, that's my rhyme, take it to the streets, bitch.