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 f**, 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 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 Take a look at the real world Fight the norm, f** 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, f** 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