no answers to questions    still itching up your mind
no cheap mystery stories out for sale
no phony old songs    for a few freaks n’all the rich kids
do I understand you’re out there to get real
it’s not for those dirty    old tickets in your hands
and not for that stench you exhale
no better time to be waiting for    no thanks and sure no pity
let me know just what you want here to get real

hello there you global electric    this party’s all on fire
our bold flea market index won’t conceal
we’re in this gig for good son    come on you’re on a hire
now how much cash do you need just to get real
old comrades of yours    they die hard keep on marching
‘ve been killed at least a hundred a million of times
they’re claiming to be righteous    well I wont raise no big racket
let me know about when you’re ready to get real

this mail has come in    from your sister to you
says her life sentence carry on it your seal
goes on about your initials    says she’s showing all these blisters
d’you need still a little bit more help to get real
well let’s just ask our master ego    bloody old buccaneer
how much d’you expect your final score to be
has true love ever been counting booty    ever sent raiders on their route hey
‘n’ are you the kind she’s lived for to get real


come on why d’you make it hard now    y’could stop that crying shame
why don’t you give your soul a chance to heal
has true love ever taken pay    or ever had soldiers on their way
or is she the one you’d’ve died for to get real
dawn on the river    are you waking from this nightmare
let your woman be the one who makes you feel
our lady is seasoned    n’you won’t miss anything
she gives you free what ever you need man to be real

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