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I'm making dreams in Iroquois Street factoryWhere the paycheck's a breeze and I tell jokes in PortugeseThe Spanish lady with the laze eyeThinks back before my timeDanced around the avocado tree, a careless pirouetteReaching for perfect fruit that hasn't fallen yetAnd when the dream ends it ends (so pretend)I'm making dreams in Iroquois Street factoryWhere money grows on treesAnd I do whatever I pleaseThe quiet widow with the worry nose combs her hair before she goesCreamed corn and Pat Sajak; a Thursday rendevouzDream 'till the radio sings a familiar tuneAnd when the dream ends it ends (so pretend)She's been staring at her hands for hours watching the lines take formBegins the repetition of a weary life when a free spirit conformsAnd when the dream ends it ends (so pretend)I'm making dreams in Iroquois Street factoryWhere a required skill is building blocks of time to killNow I'm serving time in Iroquois Street assembly line Aus Songtexte Mania