Honte De Toi
They were hanging on
For grim life
They were clutching
at straws
They were sure
That the ship was at port
They were keen philosophers
They were keen on hurt
They were like
A pair of dumb dogs
Rolling in the dirt
(Thatç£Ã¢â‚¬â€ ) you and
Your idiot brother
Waiting in the wing
Which one holds up the other
Which one pulls the string
One bite of the apple
One chop at the tree
In your word
as good as your bond
Your stammer, your honesty
You could have it for free
Because nothing works
For no-one
For grim life
They were clutching
at straws
They were sure
That the ship was at port
They were keen philosophers
They were keen on hurt
They were like
A pair of dumb dogs
Rolling in the dirt
(Thatç£Ã¢â‚¬â€ ) you and
Your idiot brother
Waiting in the wing
Which one holds up the other
Which one pulls the string
One bite of the apple
One chop at the tree
In your word
as good as your bond
Your stammer, your honesty
You could have it for free
Because nothing works
For no-one
Real
You sit in a garden
Locked away from the world
Find no reason to see your friends
Everything you need is here
But your eyes are open
Enough to see you said
All I read are memories
With a black line of love
You make me feel
Real
See the hand in front of your face
And see what is real and what is make believe
Would you run away to catch the ocean if it called your name?
Everybody is looking for heaven on earth
And you believe to be bling
Your mind is the watchman at the gate
Faith is all you need
You make me feel
Real
Real