What's real, and what's for sale?
Takin the stairs, or riding coat tails
Well I know it ain't my place
But you're wearing it on your face
Everybody's putting on a show
You might be bronze painted gold
What's real, and what's for sale?
Where's that talk really coming from?
Hands on the plow, or holding a gun
Oh I love me a good story
Straight to the point
Or an allegory
But I don't want those words that find
My ears coming from your behind
Where's that talk really coming from?
What's real, and what's for sale?
You gonna keep or take the wind from my sails?
Sometimes I know I don't need to ask
Sometimes I feel a hurting in my back
Everybody's putting on a show
You might be bronze painted gold
What's real, and what's for sale?
What's real, and what's for sale?