Song parody of
Too Real
by Fontaines D.C.
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Ahhh
None can pull the passion loose from youths ungrateful hands
As it stands, I'm about to make a lot of money
Gold harps in the pan
None can revolution lead with selfish needs aside
As I cried, I'm about to make a lot of money
Gold harps on the side
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real?
The winter evening settles down
The bruised & beat up open sky, six o'clock
The city in its final dress
And now a gusty shower wraps the grimy scraps
Of withered leaves all about your feet
And then the wringing of a twitching hand
Six o'clock, six o'clock
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
None can pull the passion loose from youths ungrateful hands
As it stands, I'm about to make a lot of money
Gold harps in the pan
None can revolution lead with selfish needs aside
As I climb, I'm about to make a lot of money
Goes around & around & around
Oh ye boya
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Ahhh
None can pull the passion loose from youths ungrateful hands
As it stands, I'm about to make a lot of money
Gold harps in the pan
None can revolution lead with selfish needs aside
As I cried, I'm about to make a lot of money
Gold harps on the side
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real?
The winter evening settles down
The bruised & beat up open sky, six o'clock
The city in its final dress
And now a gusty shower wraps the grimy scraps
Of withered leaves all about your feet
And then the wringing of a twitching hand
Six o'clock, six o'clock
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
None can pull the passion loose from youths ungrateful hands
As it stands, I'm about to make a lot of money
Gold harps in the pan
None can revolution lead with selfish needs aside
As I climb, I'm about to make a lot of money
Goes around & around & around
Oh ye boya
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
