There was a time when FANS were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then CB CAME ALONG
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed THE COUGS would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No JUICE untasted
But the POSTERS come at night
With their TYPING soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
HOPE slept EACH summer by my side
SHE filled my days with endless wonder
SHE took my childhood in HER stride
But SHE was gone when autumn came
And still I dream SHE’LL come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather!
I had a dream THE COUGS would be
So different from this hell I'm READING
So different now, from what it seemed
CB has killed the dream I dreamed