Luyện nghe bài hát Reality Whitewash

The man at the wheel
Looks around to see if there's skirt he can steal
He doesn't really want to, he's acting out a game
In their own fucked up way, people do the same
She the bathroom mirror
So she can her eyes
An expert in delusion, an in disguise
She's not content with what she is, but she the best she can
do it for herself, she does it for her man
And he's out hunting, this master of the hunt
Cruising down the high street in his search for cunt
And the on the hoardings encourage his pursuit
Glossy ads, where men are men, and women cute
And the men are in their motorcars and the men nerves of steel
And they dreams of Angels as they firmly grip the wheel
And they fantasise screwing in the back seat of the car
Fantasise they're fucking with a real life star
Fantasies to the gaps, to fill in every crack
A on reality to hide the truth they lack
Now she's sponging down the cooker, on the surface all is
His dinner's in the oven cos doing overtime
She switches on the telly, it makes her secure
confirm her way of life, who needs to ask for more
She sees the family unit, wife and hubby on the screen
The perfect social unit, just like always been
done the very best she can
To and honour and obey her man
And if she should ever doubt the wisdom of her
She can turn on the for its moderating voice
The ads and series are the proof she needs
That a of boredom outweighs the deeds
She sits up till the epilogue and goes to bed
Content that when finished work he'll go straight home
Meanwhile he has another scotch, the lady has a
If he's asked about the he treats it as a joke
"Hear the one the you-know-what"
He's got what it takes and he takes he's got
He took his woman and he'll take plenty
She took on a rat to keep the from the door
Then in her loneliness she'll want to have a child
Who'll be taught the games of adulthood, and filed
Another to whitewash, to us a child is born
To follow in its parents' tracks, the path's worn
and falsehood, truth and lie
The fucked up system call reality
They system needs its servants, each is one more
Gently talk of freedom as they lock the door
Cos the system needs its servants if the system's to run
for the workhouse, targets for the gun