3:10 TO NOWHERE

Why should we love a dictator? Why should we love a dictator? He tutors and butters us and gives us money For doing jobs we know a laugh. That's What I call Music. All the things you say They got stuck in my head They got stuck in my head Writer's block in my bed You said my Dreams are dead now Said my dreams are dead now You can't touch it, you don't know me I Don't want to, to be wanted Dreamed dead to Nowhere You can't touch it, you don't know me I don't want to, to be wanted Dreamed dead To nowhere nowhere Dreamed dead to Nowhere Dreamed dead to nowhere My cigarette still burns From the Messed up world around me Yeah, your words still haunt me I call you every day and night I'll be Your sweetest kill There's something dead inside It's all said and done You can't touch it, you don't know I don't Want to, to be wanted Dreamed dead to nowhere You can't touch it, you don't know me I Don't want to, to be wanted Dreamed dead to Nowhere nowhere I feel It's Raining Again Inside Dreamed Are said to Die Dreamed to nowhere Dreamed Dead to nowhere