How Does It Feel? Roy Harper

How does it feel to be completely unreal
How does it feel to be a voter
How does it feel to be a voluntary heel
I wonder who's it is?
I see you queuing up outside
St Peter's gate
You can feel bonafide if you ride with the tide

But it's not real...

And how does it feel to be out on your own
How does it feel to be thinking
How does it feel to be out on the run
With the mindless world at your heels
I wish I had no answers
To put to you
Cos they got me so high-tied I feel like most of me
Has died

And it's real...

And outside on the dragon
And inside in the cold
Mummy's on the bandwagon
And daddy's just getting old
And through the blood spew heavens
The roar of lust complains:
Please let me in I have no sin—