Nightmare #71

Aah
 Last night I had that same old dream, it rocked me in my sleep
 It left me the impression that the sandman plays for keeps
 I dreamed I was in concert on the middle of a cloud
 John Wayne and Billy Graham were giving breath mints to the crowd
 I fell through a hole in heaven, I left the stage for good
 And when I landed on the earth I was back in Hollywood
 The California earthquake, it tore the land in half
 While San Andreas cleared her throat I heard Psunami laugh
 The ground began to tremble, the land began to sway
 And people in the other states they were glad they'd moved away
 But suddenly California just floated in a breeze
 While everything that wasn't sank down into the seas
 And soon I saw Atlantis rumble and rise high
 And the great egg of Euphrates came down out of the sky
 Out stepped Shirley Temple with Guy Kibbee who was dead
 And that communist Bill Robinson whom Shirley called black red
 They had a marionette of Harpo Marx, they said it was a inside joke
 But when I honked his horn he came alive and these were the words he spoke
 With the continents adrift and the sun about to shift
 Will the ice caps drown us all or will we burn
 We've polluted what we own, will we reap what we have sown
 Are we headed for the end or can we turn
 We've paved the forest, killed the streams
 Burned the bridges to our dreams
 The earth is bursting at the seams
 And in pain of childbirth screams
 As it gives life to what seems
 To either be an age that gleams
 Or simply lays there dying
 If this goes on will life survive, how can it
 Out of the grave oh who will save our planet
 I said I'm pleased to meet you, I always thought you were a scream
 He said have you ever thought of having Helen Keller in your dream
 I said Errol Flynn dropped by but he tried to steal my girl
 Then she ran off with Ronald Colman, said something about a new world
 Now I'm stuck with my own cooking, hell I'm lonely can't you see
 Well he grabbed my leg, he said exactly eighty nine words to me
 Count 'em
 Let the proud but dying nation kiss the last generation
 It's the year of the pill, age of the gland
 We have landed on the moon but we'll clutter that up soon
 Our sense of freedom's gotten out of hand
 We kill our children, swap our wives
 We've learned to greet a man with knives
 We swallow pills in fours and fives
 Our cities look like crumbling hives
 Man does not live, he just survives
 Love is a corpse, we sit and watch it harden
 We left it oh so long ago the garden
 The strings snapped briskly then went slack, the marionette lay dead
 While Hoover played with the motorcade the body slumped and bled
 The man who held the camera disappeared into the crowd
 I said the hope of youth, fictitious truth lays covered in a shroud
 Then up walked Elmo Lincoln and he said I beg your pardon
 But we left it oh so long ago the garden
 We left it oh so long ago the garden