Oh hideous year we angels have lead

We're dead, we're sick and hanging by thread

Get real, get real

You can't stop meaningful teenage cries

From deep behind fifty year old eyes

Get real, get real

I'm scared to touch, too tense to be undone

I walk the streets not expecting morning sun

Against the voice of doom failures fall all over town

I guess I should, I feel I should, get real, get real

What's up? What happened when I wasn't around?

Who did what? What went down?

Get real, get real

Think about myself it happens to me

It happens in the tunnel when I let myself feel

Get real, get real

I'm scared to touch, too tense to be undone

I walk the streets not expecting morning sun

I feel it all through breakdowns falling all over town

I feel I should, I guess I should, get real, get real

Get real, get real

The dazzle of light, the rape of life

The seed, the curse, the jazz of life

Get real, get real, get real