John Cale

Hey let me tell you about my dream
 There isn't really much tell
 At first I'm playing in the Velvet Underground
 Then I'm speaking welsh and I can do the double .?
 Then I'm on the West-coast all
 Fucked up on heroine and speed
 And then I'm riding in the back of someones car
 And I'm saying all these nasty things about Lou Reed, Lou Reed
 Nobody can take my dream away
 Nobody can take my dream away
 Nobody can take my dream away
 Away, away
 And then it's nighttime in New York
 It's cold and I can see my breath
 It's cold I think I may be stopping for a drink
 At the white horse tavern where I drink myself to death, to death
 Nobody can take my dream away
 Nobody can take my dream away
 Nobody can take my dream away
 Away, away