In The Real World

Another day another sorry state

Will we never learn that there's more things in life than we can imagine

We whistled to the wind and drink a lot of gin

Defer the satisfactions of tomorrow for the pleasures of today

What has life come to when all the pleasant things are bad for you

And in the real world it's all the good things that kill you

And in the real world what are you chanting for

The stench of incense is the only risk he ever takes

In terms of endearment in terms of romance

In terms of ready made pre-packed plastic bags

Oh what has life come to when all the pleasant things are bad for you

And in the real world it's all the good things that kill you

James Bond and Oliver Reed were never good singers

In the real world we have no dollars in the real world

We have no dollars in the real world we have no dollars

In the real world we have no dollars in the real world