Take a walk on the why side   The wheels turn, on sugar-coated lies   A fast ride, through anarchistic eyes   Take a look at the real world   Last laugh on the last laugh, who laughs last   Reality is a fist fuck, a kiss first, a rat infested ride   Before the well runs dry      Take a look at the real world      Consumer friendly smiles   Waking up to the rat race, the fast pace   Serving only to please you, appease you, remedy the void   Everything at the right price, for each vice, 1-800 DIAL   Whatever gets you high   Obsessed with the obscene, enough green         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 clowns, all the clones   All the sticks, all the stones   All the blood, all the bones,   Food for your brain      I bow down to no man, no bigger plan, no predetermined programme   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      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      Burn the book, ban the bomb   Fight the norm, fuck the rules   Feed the brain, fight the fools   Fight the right, right the wrong   All the clowns, all the clones   All the blood, all the bones,   All the sticks, all the stones   Food for your brain