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 whose it is I see you queuing up outside Saint Peters gate, You can feel bonafide if you ride with the tide But its not real 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 its real And outside on the dragon And inside in the cold Mammys on the bandwagon, daddys 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 Im not real And how does it feel to be the masters right hand nose How does it feel to be lieutenant How does it feel to be stood on someones 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... Its 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 Youre gonna feel mystified when youre identified Dont worry kid its not real And outside on the dragon And inside in the cold Mammys on the bandwagon, daddys 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 Im not real And through the blood spew heavens The roar of lust complains: Please let me in I have no sin, but you know Im not real from Flat Baroque and Beserk, 1970.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 20:13:26 +0000