can you make it real
 Make it more than will
 More than just feel
 We are on a ride
 We're on it all the time
 It's at the front of your mind
 My stepfather looks just like David Bowie
 But he hates David Bowie
 I think Bowie's cool
 I think [bad word]  I think my stepdad's a fool
 Without me there's nothing
 I'm the only thing that dies
 If it came down to your life or mine
 I would do the stupid thing
 And let you keep on living
 "I'm alright," said the man to his wife
 Waking up to a head full of bed
 Full of what she said
 She hadn't thought of it for a while
 And when she did
 She thought of it differently
 Than she thought she should be thinking
 Just the thought of it's enough
 To penetrate [bad word] zone