Lyrics Uli Jon Roth - Firewind - Chaplin And I

Last night I dreamed I was a lonely tramp
And on the road I met one of my dear old friends
His giant boat shoes and black boggy trousers
Were topped by fanny hat, cane of mustache

I said, “Hi Charli, what are you doing here?”
He said, “I don’t really know
I ain’t never seen that place before
In my whole life but it looks like a mixture
Between hell and paradise!”

And while we were talking about the good old times
We came across a junction and heard the ringing of chimes
Saw skyscraping buildings with the hundreds of millions
We saw thousands of streets fenced with green plastic trees

Well some of these people were teeming just like ants
Whereas some of them equaled trained elephants
Well some of these people were enjoying very cruel games
Letting them others have all the blame

We just looked at each other, wandering what’s this all about
“Well that ain’t no problem, let’s try and find out!”
So we proudly marched towards these frightening huge towers
Build as high as the clouds and a smell of dead flowers

The first one we met there was a young girl with a red hair,
In curls looking very nice, her we asked for advice
She just looking through us as if we were plain air
Mmm, she just didn’t care!

We both bewildered, friend Charlie and I
And turned towards a grown up man with a gray suit and tie
Charles put him a question, soothing like
“Hey good friend, could you please tell us the name of this land?”

As if nothing had happened, he sternly walked past us
Not a single frown his face did show
While he took the elevator to the 11th floor
No no no!

“Let’s get out of here!”

Well Charlie and I felt the same disillusion
Back out of the street, couldn’t cope with confusion
Any longer no more, could bear like before
To stare into faces carved out of stone

Puzzled by this labyrinth, we felt quite along
And we’re desperately trying to find our way home
And we came across a junction, heard the ringing of chimes again
And again and again and again

And we saw the church standing directly on the edge of town
There’s a sign on the front gate, and its words made us frown
“This New York town, ‘tis no place for a stranger
‘tis no place for a clown”

And there’s a flag on the steeple fixed to it by certain people
‘tis a Saturn city, ‘tis a city on Earth
There’s no place for pity and mercy’s nothing worth

Well, now at feast we knew where we were
Thanks Heaven it was only a dream

Dream?