words and music by Paul Spencer, 1997
I live in the real world. It’s very real. I have a car and a job. I have a permanent address. I exist. I have an identity. I have friends and a family. We all exist. We’re real. We have real lives. We go to the Entertainment Centre and the Fun Park when we’re not working.
The real world supports me. I buy my food from a shop in the main street. My car goes because there’s a real petrol station where I can buy petrol. I can buy food and petrol because I get money when I work. That’s how it is in the real world.
I’m glad I live in the real world. I’m happy. I enjoy the choices I make when I watch my television. My compact discs make me happy, they do. So do the vouchers on the supermarket dockets. I’m happy because it will all be the same tomorrow. That’s real happiness. That’s not fake. It’s the happiness that the real world provides.
The real world works. It stands up and it works for you and me. People like the real world the way it is. We like the system. We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t. No person would be part of a system that denied them their humanity. We choose to live this way. We prefer it.