We Are Real Songtext
von Pete Gioconda

I′m a bit of a joke
I can't tell what is
Am I daft to ask
′Where's my gas mask?'

Big Brother grins
All we do is dance
Hate becomes love
In the media trance

Concept of ecstasy
What′s attractive to you
Is humdrum to me
Surfing with the depressed enemy


Where is the suffering of the machine?
What is the value of a human being?
What is the number of a human machine?
Are we too ′clever' now for what things mean?
Spare us your cold silicon hunger
We have been suffering longer
Yet we′re still young enough to feel
We really are real

We should be blessed in eternal patience
Learn to express our experience
Don't get ideas above your station!

The modern day bubble
Just slips down our throat
Still we get to vote
And like it!

Savage sticking Nature
Driven up on knives
Leave her to bleed
Crossed with roads

Painfully considered lives
Untold in dreams
Erase useless tears
With programs of happiness


Where is the suffering of the machine?
What is the value of a human being?
What is the number of a human machine?
Are we too ′clever' now for what things mean?
Spare us your cold silicon hunger
We have been suffering longer
Yet we′re still young enough to feel
We really are real

'Bathed in advertising beams...
No, um, merchandising schemes... analysing machines...
The mincing machine, the mincing machine...'

What is the code of a human being?