[Verse 1]
Thoughts are comin' thick, they exist and disappear
I'm starin' into somethin' in the distance
Words are gettin' strangled in a babblin' monologue
And somethin' in the distance looks like it's comin'
I never needed anyone's help I didn't think for ask for first
And when I'm comin' back, I want what I deserve

[Chorus 1]
And that's real life, at least a slice of it
Your friends are freakin' out
With a nigglin' doubt

[Verse 2]
Is it peace wearin' leather boots on your feet?
Or the open fire dream that really turns to ash?
Cash in a mattress, sleeping comfortably off the map
And havin' a wank outside in a light breeze

[Chorus 2]
And that's real life, at least a slice of it
Moronic acts of God and terrible consequences
Playin' on repeat on millions of small screens
For your friends are freakin' out
With a nigglin' doubt

[Outro]
My head is wearin' out, my head is wearin' out
My head is wearing out, my head is wearin' out
My head is wearin' out, my head is wearin' out
My head is