Get Real — David Bowie

Oh pity us here we angels of lead We're dead, we're sick hanging by thread Get real Get real

You can't stop meaningful teenage cries From deep behind fifty year old eyes Get real Get real

Chorus

I'm scared to touch Too tense to be undone I walk the streets Not expecting morning sun

Against the voice of doom Failures fall all over town

I guess I should, I feel I should Get real Get real

What's up? What happened when I wasn't around? Who did what? What went down?

Get real Get real

Think about myself it happens to me It happens in the tunnel when I let myself feel

Get real Get real

Chorus

I feel it all through breakdowns falling all over town I feel I should, I guess I should

Get real Get real Get real Get real

The dazzle of light The rape of life The seed, the curse The jazz of life

Get real Get real

Get real Get real