What's real, and what's for sale? Takin the stairs, or riding coat tails Well I know it ain't my place But you're wearing it on your face Everybody's putting on a show You might be bronze painted gold What's real, and what's for sale? Where's that talk really coming from? Hands on the plow, or holding a gun Oh I love me a good story Straight to the point Or an allegory But I don't want those words that find My ears coming from your behind Where's that talk really coming from? What's real, and what's for sale? You gonna keep or take the wind from my sails? Sometimes I know I don't need to ask Sometimes I feel a hurting in my back Everybody's putting on a show You might be bronze painted gold What's real, and what's for sale? What's real, and what's for sale?