Letra Making The Noveau Riche de Blueline Medic original

You say I have to get a real life
But I'm not sure how that in making
Someone or other rich
Is any more real than making
A niche for yourself

Well i'm without a zack, a truth
A coin, a kopeck
Or an elusive brass razoo
But my dear rationalist
Don't dream i couldn't care
I too grow quickly bored
Of the clothes i wear so maybe

I should go an get a real life
Real like cutting a fine figure
Or scraping a deposit together
For if, heaven forbid
Just suppose i cannot live
On taxes and goodwill forever
But how is it
That the problem just doesn't seem to press
While my fingers are themselves
Pressing hard against the neck

I was sure that i'd suffered
And worked as hard
As anyone I knew
Well it seems i haven't
I better damn well fix it and
Make it look every inch as though i do
But still

I'll have to go and get a real life
No doubt that it will happen
Maybe i've put it off for too long now
Gonna see if i can't get something better than a...
Maybe i'm amidst of a real life...