How does it feel to be completely unreal
How does it feel to be a voter
How does it feel to be a voluntary heel
I wonder who's it is?
I see you queuing up outside
St Peter's gate
You can feel bonafide if you ride with the tide

But it's not real...

And how does it feel to be out on your own
How does it feel to be thinking
How does it feel to be out on the run
With the mindless world at your heels
I wish I had no answers
To put to you
Cos they got me so high-tied I feel like most of me
Has died

And it's real...

And outside on the dragon
And inside in the cold
Mummy's on the bandwagon
And daddy's just getting old
And through the blood spew heavens
The roar of lust complains:
Please let me in I have no sin—
But you know I'm not real..

And how does it feel
To be the master's right hand nose
How does it feel to be leftenant
How does it feel to be stood on someone's toes
With a leech bleeding you for rent
When you say you want a bit more rank
You wanna be a big wheel
You can feel magnified if you hide in your pride...

It's not real

And how does it feel with a white flag in your fist
How does it feel to have two faces
How does it feel with your god strapped to your wrist
And him leading you such a chase
You got one set of words for him
And you got another for me
You're gonna feel mystified when you're identified

Don't worry kid it's not real..

And outside on the dragon
And inside in the cold
Mummy's on the bandwagon
And daddy's just getting old
And through the blood spew heavens
The roar of lust complains:
Please let me in I have no sin—
But you know I'm not real..

And through the blood spew heavens
The roar of lust complains:
Please let me in I have no sin

And I'm not real...
I'm not real
I'm not real
I'm not real...