| I hear you talking when I’m on the street | 
| Your mouth don’t move, but I can hear you speak | 
| What’s the matter with the boy | 
| He don’t come around no more | 
| Is he checking out for sure | 
| Is he gonna close the door on me | 
| And I’m always hearing voices on the street | 
| I want to shout but I can’t hardly speak | 
| I was making love last night | 
| To a dancer friend of mine | 
| I can’t seem to stay in step | 
| 'Cause she comes every time that she pirouettes over me | 
| And I only get my rocks off when I’m sleeping | 
| And I only get my rocks off when I’m dreaming | 
| And I’m zipping through the days at lightning speed | 
| Plug in, flush out, fire the fucking feed | 
| Heading for the overload | 
| Splattered on a dusty road | 
| Kick me like you’ve kicked before | 
| Well, I can’t even feel the pain no more | 
| And I only get my rocks off when I’m sleeping | 
| And I only get my rocks off when I’m dreaming | 
| Feel so mesmerized, can’t describe the scene | 
| Feel so hypnotized, all inside of me | 
| And the sunshine bores the daylights out of me | 
| Chasing shadows, moonlight mystery | 
| Headed for the overload | 
| Splattered on a dusty road | 
| Kick me like you’ve kicked before | 
| I can’t even feel the pain no more | 
| And I only get my rocks off when I’m sleeping | 
| And I only get my rocks off when I’m dreaming | 
| And I only get my rocks off when I’m sleeping | 
| And I only get my rocks off when I’m dreaming | 
| And I only get my rocks off when I’m sleeping | 
| And I only get my rocks off when I’m dreaming | 
| I only get my rocks off when I’m sleeping | 
| I only get my rocks off when I’m dreaming |