作曲 : Vile
I see an orange shimmer on the horizon

Swallowing some airplane pulling an airflag

So gravity brought back my banana

But that orange is still millions of miles above me

I see the foreign girls colonizing college benches babe

I see their Russian burly boyfriends shining comprehensibly

I see my own lonely reflection within the very girl I love

I see a zigzag embroidered above my family

So as a human tractor trailer
I push forward into the bright but wild unknown

With gasoline up to my eyelids

But is it real

Is it real

Is it real

Little Mitchell round my head singing and saying grace

And diesel fumes up in my personal space

Forklift mirage a foot in front of my mind

It's always me behind the controls

You can't pull the stops on a one-eyed cop
My drop a drip a Freudian slip
When your mind speed peels out at a hundred and three
Convision of view cus even one I can see
Because you can't you won't you don't do nothing
You don't stay young true
Because you can't you won't you don't do nothing
You don't stay young true

Babe I see it all the time now in VCR's and passing cars

From VCO's through XLR's

But is it real

Is it real

Is it real