作词 : Benjamin Booker
作曲 : Benjamin Booker
I would listen to the radio
Or if I liked songs produced by 40 year olds
In high tech studios in the valley
Give me something that I can tap my toes to
And scream at the top of my lungs
Til it sounded like I've been smoking
From the day that I was born
And you know that I would clap
My hands until they're red
Sacrifice my body to the beat of the drum
Sonic rounds would spoon out my eyeballs
And my feet would be glued to the floor
My head was high then
Higher than today
It was easy to believe in something
When I didn't know a goddamn thing
I close my eyelids
And wait for the clouds to part
And the sun to shine on me
Do you remember April 17th
When I lost my shit and a couple of teeth
And I said oh god I need someone to help me
Keep moving on my feet
It's getting harder harder to be real
To be real oh darling
Oh real darling
To be real
To be real oh darling