Jason Believe Me, You Can’t Trust Your Dreams

Jason, believe me, you can't trust your dreams
When they take you alone in your room
Some of them showgirls and some of them queens
But none of them who you swore to

Hold on… Ho-oh-oh-old on…
Till they summon old bones of mothers of old
You say, "Love's gonna die."
They say, "Love's gonna come home."

Young man, you shake hands too quickly with
Captains that take you alone in the night
What's in the hull? Is it femurs and skulls?
Then why are their hands so slight?

Hold on… Ho-oh-oh-old on…
To the resident bones of sons who roam…
You say you're gonna die
They say you're gonna come home

So sleep with your eyes open
Oh, sleep with your eyes open
Sleep on your back, stave off the attack
Of carnivorous things
Sleep with your eyes open
Sleep with your eyes open
Sleep on your back and kick off the attack of carnivorous things