Well you may pray now on to twenty years

And all you're gonna get is just twenty years older

By then your burdens will be too much for your shoulders

And

Reality…will cause your fantasy…to die

Cause your fantasy to die…die...die... oh why?

Reality…will cause your fantasy… to die

Cause your fantasy to die...die...die...oh why?

Yes you were brought up in the Christmas spirit

Couldn't hardly wait for the days to near it

And you think you country is a great democracy

Well they just kill your priest for helping folks like me

And

Reality…will cause your fantasy…to die

Cause your fantasy to die…die...die...oh why?

Reality…will cause your fantasy… to die

Cause your fantasy to die...die...die...oh why?