Born on a Sunday everyday is Monday. That is what I've heard. About the real world. Up on the morning. Heading for the schoolyard. Big boys being bullies make it so hard?. It's a lesson for the real world. Seems so far away the real world. Up to the bigger school. Trying not to be foot. Hear I am new shoes and cagoule. Look I'm getting closer to the real world. ("Tell me where the girls are?"). Thinking about happiness. Thinking about Tara. Thinking about sorrow. Thinking about Sara. Sorrow and Sara are the very same word. In my young life I get so hurt. Will I make it in the real world?. Gluing up my Airfix kit. Cigarettes after gym. Had a pint of Special Brew. Won't do that again. Train for examination got me traction.. Mickey mouse college course. Looking for action. Play guitar stacking shelves. Holding back in the real world. Now it's Monday morning. I'm still yawning. Scuffing down the city street. Heading for the clock on. Bought a 'Daily Record' like a real man. Well I made it to the real world. But I'm not living in the real world