How does it feel

How does it feel to be completely unreal How does it feel to be a voter How does it feel to be a voluntary heel I wonder who's it is? I see you queuing up outside St Peter's gate You can feel bonafide if you ride with the tide But it's not real... And how does it feel to be out on your own How does it feel to be thinking How does it feel to be out on the run With the mindless world at your heels I wish I had no answers To put to you Cos they got me so high-tied I feel like most of me Has died And it's real... And outside on the dragon And inside in the cold Mummy's on the bandwagon And daddy's just getting old And through the blood spew heavens The roar of lust complains: Please let me in I have no sin— But you know I'm not real.. And how does it feel To be the master's right hand nose How does it feel to be leftenant How does it feel to be stood on someone's toes With a leech bleeding you for rent When you say you want a bit more rank You wanna be a big wheel You can feel magnified if you hide in your pride... It's not real And how does it feel with a white flag in your fist How does it feel to have two faces How does it feel with your god strapped to your wrist And him leading you such a chase You got one set of words for him And you got another for me You're gonna feel mystified when you're identified Don't worry kid it's not real.. And outside on the dragon And inside in the cold Mummy's on the bandwagon And daddy's just getting old And through the blood spew heavens The roar of lust complains: Please let me in I have no sin— But you know I'm not real.. And through the blood spew heavens The roar of lust complains: Please let me in I have no sin And I'm not real... I'm not real I'm not real I'm not real...