Emily Maguire - The Real World

Is it the air defined by a borderline
Is it where they pass real time
And there's fast food and faster cars
For the cool dudes and the movie stars
An assembly line of future fate
All gift-wrapped in red tape and inside
The pre-paid and packaged lives
All laid out in the nine-to-five

The real world, where is the real world

Is it where daydreams are not allowed
And overhead, a ceiling instead of clouds
And there's income tax and debit loans
Is it the life inside a credit zone
Is it a place of pride and paedophiles
Where people hide from a stranger's smile
They buy a pager, fax and mobile phone
Don't they ever want to be alone?

And they tell me I'm not living in the real world
They don't mean I'm dead
I said if I'm not living in the real world
If I'm not there, then tell me where I am
And where is the real world

Is it where truth is scorned as a cliché
And the facts distorted like a fat cat's pay
For all the bad schemes and mad machines
And life as seen on a TV screen
Is it the slick-dick designer lives
And if you don't fit you won't survive
All the sitcoms and atom bombs
Well I think I know where you're coming from

Don't tell me I'm not living in the real world
Cos you don't mean I'm dead but off my head
If I'm not living in the real world
If I'm not there, then tell me where I am
And where is the real world