Reality reality reality is always    You tattoed yourself, what a piece of art ?  You've already broken your mother's heart  When I was your age, working my ass off  Your generation's soft    Reality is such a drag  For barely blooming eighteens  The bearely blooming eighteen  Wants to know  What's keeping her from searching    You cannot pierce that and  You're dressed too tight  Got a lot to learn about wrong and right  So dye your hair, dad's gonna wash it out  Come on wash your mouth    Reality is always...  What's hiding in the shadow    Reality reality reality is always    Reality is always...