You haven't seen the real life
Until all your dreams have been realised
 [bad word] from somewhere
I'm going somewhere else
And if the landlord wants me out
Well I'd appreciate the help

You'll never feel the flutter
Singing to a silhouette
Only to realise it's her butler's
She came from somewhere
She's going nowhere else
The camera doesn't lie
Conversation [bad word] dry as [bad word] 
And at long last I am reborn
Suburbia burns to triumphant horns
I dropped my money down the well
splash crashed over the cathedral bells
But I never broke the bank
The bank broke me

You haven't seen the real life
Until all your dreams have been vaporised
Walk across the puddle
Until the tabloids call you Christ
 [bad word] from somewhere
You can't help that
But you can go anywhere you like
And once again we are reborn
The party's paper chains are torn
I put my finger in the dam
And my heart into her hands
She rang my doorbell twice and then she split
 [bad word] from a broken home
Yeah, she broke it!