Take a walk on the why side,
A fast ride, through anarchistic eyes
Take a look at the real world,
The wheels turn, on sugar-coated liesReality is a fist fuck,
A kiss first, a rat infested ride
Last laugh on the last laugh,
Who laughs last, before the well runs dryTake a look at the real world
Take a look at the real world
Waking up to the rat race,
The fast pace, consumer friendly smilesEverything at the right price,
For each vice, 1-800 DIAL
Serving only to please you,
Appease you, remedy the voidObsessed with the obscene,
Enough green, whatever gets you high
Take a look at the real world
Take a look at the real worldFight the norm, fuck the rules
Feed the brain, fight the fools
Burn the book, ban the bomb
Fight the right, right the wrongAll the sticks, all the stones
All the clowns, all the clones
All the blood, all the bones,
Food for your brainI pledge allegiance to no flag,
A blood rag, on every body bag
I'm not wearing a price tag,
A toe tag, for anybody's ragI bow down to no man,
No bigger plan, no predetermined program
Mine is my own load,
My own road, my way is what I amTake a look at the real world
Take a look at the real world
Fight the norm, fuck the rules
Feed the brain, fight the foolsBurn the book, ban the bomb
Fight the right, right the wrong
All the sticks, all the stones
All the clowns, all the clonesAll the blood, all the bones,
Food for your brain
Songwriters
Barry Brian JohnPublished by
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