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 lies

Reality is a fist fuck, a kiss first, a rat infested ride

Last laugh on the last laugh, who laughs last

Before the well runs dry



Take a look at the real world



Waking up to the rat race, the fast pace

Consumer friendly smiles

Everything at the right price, for each vice, 1-800 DIAL

Serving only to please you, appease you, remedy the void

Obsessed with the obscene, enough green

Whatever gets you high



Take a look at the real world



Fight the norm, fuck the rules

Feed the brain, fight the fools

Burn the book, ban the bomb

Fight the right, right the wrong

All the sticks, all the stones

All the clowns, all the clones

All the blood, all the bones,

Food for your brain



I 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 rag

I bow down to no man, no bigger plan, no predetermined programme

Mine is my own load, my own road, my way is what I am



Take a look at the real world

Take a look at the real world



Fight the norm, fuck the rules

Feed the brain, fight the fools

Burn the book, ban the bomb

Fight the right, right the wrong

All the sticks, all the stones

All the clowns, all the clones

All the blood, all the bones,

Food for your brain