Try as I might to find sense
theres so much confusion
among mankind so blind
to all the illusion
clocks, calendars and deadlines
time to go here, go there
pur your masque on to don
for the reality fair
yes, the reality fair
where everything is fake
not what you see but commodity
never give, always take
a ride for a buck
the crowded merry-go-round
plastic smiles for miles
across the desert town

I see a man standing in line
he thinks he's got it made
a bulging back pocket, a gold locket
and she's going to play his game
her with the hour glass
and a cup thats not real
a town of money and honey
on a neverending feris wheel

yes, its time to go now
go here, go there
put your masque on to don
for the reality fair