Help me,nTo find the light that's shining on menTo get back what they've taken from menBuild a little fire where it's coldnnShow me, nThe path that leads to all the glorynThe words that tell a sacred storynBuild a little fire where it's coldnnI wanna live in a dreamnIn my record machinenI wanna picture the world and everyone inside my mouthn'Cos all the money i waste, is it a matter of taste?nI wanna picture the world and you can't make me spit it outnnTake me,nBack from the darkness where theynSent me, nGive hope to places to where they can't benBuild a little fire where it's coldnnI wanna live in a dream (I wanna live in a dream)nIn my record machine (In my record machine)nI wanna picture the world n' everyone inside my mouthnAnd all the money I waste (And all the money i waste)nIs it a matter of taste? (is it a matter of taste?)nI wanna picture the world and you can't make me spit it outnnYou can't give me a reasonnI don't need one to shinenYou can't give me the feelingsn'Cos they're already minenYou get one in a million nAnd if the sun won't risenOn my soul, then I'll go