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 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
Written by: David Bowie