Get Real - David Bowie

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

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

Get real