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Welcome To The Real World Lyrics
Where people die and pain is real
No one gives a fuck about how you feel
Everything has a price or a consequence
No one has the time or the tolerance
To listen to you
When your crying boohoo
I don't know what to do
My rent is overdue
pay it! PAY IT!
And if you don't have the cash
Then your out on your ass.
Cause everyone has trouble acheiving
Everyone has time disbelieving
May not be what you heard
Welcome to the real world!
Now I must admit i'm new to it myself
But I can understand how everyone else
Has their own way to feel and their own way to deal
With the same shit I do
But it just coming over and over and over again
Yeah thats right till the day your world ends
I'm sure you'll wake up one day thinking thats funny
Having no luck and no friends and no money
But I know your on your way
And I know you'll be okay
So there's no need to be afraid
No one gives a fuck about how you feel
Everything has a price or a consequence
No one has the time or the tolerance
To listen to you
When your crying boohoo
I don't know what to do
My rent is overdue
pay it! PAY IT!
And if you don't have the cash
Then your out on your ass.
Everyone has time disbelieving
May not be what you heard
But I can understand how everyone else
Has their own way to feel and their own way to deal
With the same shit I do
But it just coming over and over and over again
Yeah thats right till the day your world ends
I'm sure you'll wake up one day thinking thats funny
Having no luck and no friends and no money
And I know you'll be okay
So there's no need to be afraid
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Although the meaing of this song's received considerable attention in academic circles (and, of course, the media) over recent months, I can't help but feel that the thoughtless comparisons between the Sick Puppies and their drum-snuff contemporaries (Yelping Apple Grope, Herman's Grotty Snack Puffer) do little justice to the triumphant vocal trampolining in "Welcome To The Real World".
A bold, flaming shot across the fragile bow of New Labor - Bonita Guggenheim's humpy voice does a little too much justice to the rocket surgery he so delicately performs in these lyrics. Guggenheim and his merry boff collective deserve to be hazed for this, their grittiest attempt at interpretative socialism.
Perhaps most forceful is the detente..."Welcome to the real world!", where Guggenheim finally rips the listener back through the space between her little earplugs, and into the golden age of funk-lash distro haplessness that this song so infamously laid the framework for.
Whilst this song will definitely be remembered, Sick Puppies' legacy will always be most firmly associated with their crowd-pleasing tribadist phase.
I haven't heard this song yet, but I love the lyrics.. 'Where people die and pain is real No one gives a fuck about how you feel' the ending really sums it up...more positively... 'But I know your on your way And I know you'll be okay So there's no need to be afraid'