Oh pity us here we angels of lead 

We're dead, we're sick 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 



CHORUS 

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 



CHORUS 



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 

Get real