At night they go out and paint the town
A doorway, a stairway, a hall
In the heart of the city when there's no body else around
Dream writes dream on a big blank wall
And Progress has got his face in a magazine
And Stress has got a bucket of blue
When the cops come
Man they're gonna split the scene
They inline down the alley away from view
And Dream dreams of the future
And Progress dreams of clean
And Stress only dreams about stress
All over everything
And who would sing about a couple of vandals
Progress and Stress and Dream
Dream
Stress has got a kind of brush says it's japanese
Brags that he can tag about the size of a bus
And Progress has got a pen in a pocket
Leaves a neat mark on a call-box
And when it's dawn Progress says 'I've got to get some sleep'
Mmm-mmm-mmm says 'I never get enough
I'm in school I want to be an architect'
Stress says 'Man, you're just like the rest of us'
And Dream dreams of the future
And Progress dreams of clean
And Stress only dreams about stress
All over everything
And who would sing about a couple of vandals
Progress and Stress and Dream
Dream
Dream goes home and she dreams a dream
In color, red, yellow and blue
On the biggest blank wall that you've ever seen
Up there with the billboards
Just like the big boys
And Dream dreams of the future
And Progress dreams of clean
And Stress only dreams about stress
All over everything
And who would sing about a couple of vandals
Progress and Stress and Dream
Dream