Somewhere in a southern city In a room, alone And his father comes in And gives him a gun And a book of rules Titled "This Is the Real World" And somewhere, a man in a crowd Scrapes against something sharp And finds he's got metal in his arm He's made out of metal Hup, two, three, four Hup, two, three, four Hup, two, three, four This is the real world
(The blind)
Holding onto hope With eyes wide open He sees the final hour It's larger than he thought It's bounding on two feet It devours He pulls a memory from his pocket The insight gave to him The blind leading the blind Inscribed in silver line
In my childhood By playing superhero Now I feel my face Is starting to tingle It started dawning As I go through the day Superman, child's play In my childhood By playing superhero And now I feel my face Starting to tingle It started dawning I'm just normal
The blind leading the blind All too true Yet uncompromised The blind leading the blind
Somewhere Where the man got his arm scraped And found himself made out of metal He questions what he's done Walking single-file from job to home Daily, the same hours done He takes out the book "This Is the Real World" The gun that his father gave him, still The blind leading the blind Father
(Father)
Holding onto hope With death leftover He musters up a smile (A smile) People on the street Motions of metal feet Eyes hollowed down He pulls out a kiss A girl gave him Beautiful, unmatched by blind The blind leading the blind Fairy tales revised
(The blind) (Father) (The blind leading the blind)