Reality isn't easy to define

Like turning water into whine

It's a dream of fact based on fiction

Everything you do has it's restrictions

Everyone has their own definition

The record shops got plastic nutrition

Cos music is the food of love

But reality is waiting for a bus



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And there's an anarchy sign on the bus stop wall

But it's very hard to relate

The bus work to keep in line

So who's gonna smash the state?



It's too easy to get cynical

And make the problem clinical

But in which direction do you turn?

Do you preach or do you burn?

Pamphlets blowing out in the breeze

A mother on her weeping knees

"Reality" is on the news at ten

But the bus to work is late again



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So your reality is getting pissed

Avoiding a world that shouldn't exist

A world within your own sour mind

Where everything can be re-defined

"This is wrong"

"I don't agree"

"I can't accept the reality"

So why base your life on simple trust?

Is reality waiting for a bus?