Reality
Reality reality reality is always
You tattoed yourself, what a piece of art ?
You've already broken your mother's heart
When I was your age, working my ass off
Your generation's soft
Reality is such a drag
For barely blooming eighteens
The bearely blooming eighteen
Wants to know
What's keeping her from searching
You cannot pierce that and
You're dressed too tight
Got a lot to learn about wrong and right
So dye your hair, dad's gonna wash it out
Come on wash your mouth
Reality is always...
What's hiding in the shadow
Reality reality reality is always
Reality is always...