Reality reality reality is always

You tattoes yourself like 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 auch 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...