Nation in Regress

On a stream, in the trees. On our way, stop to breathe.
In our days, living dreams.
We must sing.
Take a drink, get relief.
Send regards, spread your wings.
Night is here, say goodbye, get some sleep.
In the morning we ride, heading north with the tide.
Bound for alleyways and streetlights again.
In a room with a Dreeze lean down on the streets,
watch the girls, painting things, they're the queens.
Take a drink, get relief.
Watch yourself, last coin sting.
Have a smoke, have a dream, get some sleep.

There's a king of defeat spreading hate,
spreading greed, taking shots, killing dreams, we must sing.

Take a drink, get relief.
But don't stand by Idiy.
We must speak, but get some sleep.