From Here To Reality Songtext
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Awake in a dream with you and me being the stars of the show
It's no go until somebody else says so
Could somebody please prove to me that I'm alive?
Only for a short time can I stay mellow
Can I stay eatin', sleepin', shittin', beaten fellow
Who don't complain about the absolutely mundane noise of the day
Here's the day
I could've fallen asleep like you all did years ago,
It's no go until somebody else says so
Could somebody please prove to me that I'm alive?
Only for a short time can I stay mellow
Can I stay eatin', sleepin', shittin', beaten fellow
Who don't complain about the absolutely mundane noise of the day
Here's the day
I could've fallen asleep like you all did years ago,
But the dignity within me would not let me go
I'm sick of "Woe is me" - go fuck yourself
You can take that conversation and stick it on the back of the shelf with the beans
Give me my smelling salts - I think I might've died
Halfway from here to reality
I've got some tricky faults - that's why I wanna live
Halfway from here to reality
I used to be left of the center -
Now the center's to the left of me; up on the right
Is a man with a plan dealin' out a scary hand (deck of cards, what have you)
I used to be left of the center -
Now the center's to the left of me; up on the right
Is a man with a plan - watch out for him
Can you tell me, does it get any better as we go?
Do all the assholes suddenly march out in a uniform row?
I'm sick of "Woe is me" - go fuck yourself You can take that conversation and stick it on the back of the shelf with the beans
Give me my smelling salts - I think I might've died
Halfway from here to reality
An extract of brain juice appeared to spit out of my eye
Halfway from here to reality
I'm sick of "Woe is me" - go fuck yourself
You can take that conversation and stick it on the back of the shelf with the beans
Give me my smelling salts - I think I might've died
Halfway from here to reality
I've got some tricky faults - that's why I wanna live
Halfway from here to reality
I used to be left of the center -
Now the center's to the left of me; up on the right
Is a man with a plan dealin' out a scary hand (deck of cards, what have you)
I used to be left of the center -
Now the center's to the left of me; up on the right
Is a man with a plan - watch out for him
Can you tell me, does it get any better as we go?
Do all the assholes suddenly march out in a uniform row?
I'm sick of "Woe is me" - go fuck yourself You can take that conversation and stick it on the back of the shelf with the beans
Give me my smelling salts - I think I might've died
Halfway from here to reality
An extract of brain juice appeared to spit out of my eye
Halfway from here to reality
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