作曲 : Benji Inkley/Paul Howells/Jake Greenway
How can he tell what's real?
When he's not sure how to feel
Devoid of joy
He was never like the other boys
Despite the practices that he employed
He is his father's son
Oh, his world weighs a tonne
A glass half full
Is enough to keep you cool
When you see it through the eyes of a fool
A dance with the Devil
And a chance to tell the tale
Prescriptions from physicians
Will keep him on the rail
A worthless piece of shrapnel
Among a murder of crows
Keeping his enemies close
Row, row, row your boat
Into a sea of dreams
Choking on the bones
Of civility
Medicate reality
Life is but a dream

Wash down the pills
Though they give him the chills
A faded reminder
Of stagnating cider
Sitting alone in his room

Back on the wall
Fixed after all
Had a great fall
Dancing with the Devil
Then he lived to tell the tale
Prescriptions from physicians
Barely kept him on the rail
A worthless piece of shrapnel
In a murder of crows
Keeping his enemies close

Row, row, row your boat
Into a sea of dreams
Choking on the bones
Of civility
Medicate reality
Life is but a dream

Back on the wall
Fixed after all
Had a great fall