You are not a culture, you are not a concept
sitting there beside yourself with time on your hands

I don't need any books. Just a dictionary, an exchange of looks
I know how you feel: it can suck to be real.

You are not our mother, you are not a precept
Sitting there and smiling wide with a crown on your head

I don't need you to look
Or your apathy, or your pocket book

If you must know how I feel
You should try to be real: you should try it.

Lyrics submitted by iddonuk

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