philosophical
Lyrics
Verse 1: The other night I had a dream/ a critique of life or so it seems/ I met a beauty with flowing locks/ a scale and a blindfold and she threw me in a box/ she spun her web and sang; we danced, until the audience became entranced/ her husband came in with a rope and false accusations of me selling dope. They ignored my please to let me out of that place so I quickly grabbed the blindfold from/ when I awoke, to my surprise the last thing that I saw was dollar signs in her eyes.