real world music
makes college musicians cry
... what... i can't play this

man, she seems like fun
so playful and fun-loving
a site for sore eyes

the sweat starts to bead
she can see the finish line
but does this race end?

the snow casts a mist
it's easy to get lost in
keep searching for spring

the bird was a chick
teachers were once the students
your future is bright

oh, i'm on to you...
you play the part of a fool
wolf in sheep's clothing

while walking downtown
wind gusts were my misfortune
but made someone's day

like a big brown bear
searching for a small morsel;
i'm looking for you

the stores are all dead
picked to death the weeks before
the homes are all full

rain hitting the ground
under a grey cloudy sky
i've still got my bliss

i daydream of her
what would my "dream girl" be like....
... she makes me smile

the liquor and drugs
i'm lookin' for the good life
locked up in this cell

you were born this way
you will fight it your whole life
you will die this way

to cosmology
the world is just a ripple
in open water

the songs of the birds
they're only songs to our ears
the world in your head

the back of your head
the unforgettable fact
you control your life

paper-mâché girl
painted melancholy gloom...
nothing can fix her

they live on the flames
our world's a sea of fire
i'm losing my cool

the animals dance
at the hunter's funeral
no game mourns his life

the small glowing orb
mystified and made of cheese
foreshadowing home