Real Life Songtext
von Richard Clapton

Who would have ever thought that, she′d end up on Bayswater Road,
With no money in her pockets – she's got nowhere to go,
And the crims get kind of restless, if she don′t pay up in time,
There are some girls who'd do
Anything, just to score a couple of lines;
So much garbage in the alleyway, it gets piled up and it stinks,
But it's a real good place to throw
Up in, after one or two stiff drinks;
Man you wouldn′t even spit on, the earnings of these pimps,
Who half the time turn out to be just another pack of wimps;
But you can make it through the Murder Mile,
And find redemption on the other side,
So many things need to get reconciled,
But don′t give up until you're satisfied,


(Because) REAL LIFE IS STRANGER THAN FICTION,
REAL LIFE IS STRANGER THAN FICTION.
Outside of the Sebel Townhouse, in Dennis′ limousine,
He doesn't know which way to go, he′s as drunk as he's ever been,
He can see her through the fountain,
Nodding off and she′s starting to itch,
But from his suite up on the fourteenth
Floor, she is just another loser bitch;
Now you can make it through the Murder Mile,
And find redemption on the other side,
So many things need to get reconciled,
But don't give up until you're satisfied,
REAL LIFE IS STRANGER THAN FICTION
REAL LIFE IS STRANGER THAN FICTION