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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fontaines D.C.
Fontaines D.C.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Grian Chatten
Grian Chatten
Composer
Conor Deegan
Conor Deegan
Composer
Carlos O’Connell
Composer
Conor Curley
Conor Curley
Composer
Tom Coll
Tom Coll
Composer
Conor Deegan III
Conor Deegan III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dan Carey
Dan Carey
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
None can pull the passion loose from youth's ungrateful hands
As it stands, I'm about to make a lot of money
Gold harps in the pan
None can revolution lead with selfish needs aside
As I cried, I'm about to make a lot of money
Gold harps on the side
[Verse 2]
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real?
[Verse 3]
The winter evening settles down
The bruised and beat-up open sky, six o'clock
The city in its final dress
And now a gusty shower wraps the grimy scraps
Of withered leaves all about your feet
And then the wringing of a twitching hand
Six o'clock, six o'clock
[Verse 4]
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real?
[Verse 5]
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
[Verse 6]
None can pull the passion loose from youth's ungrateful hands
As it stands, I'm about to make a lot of money
Gold harps in the pan
None can revolution lead with selfish needs aside
As I cried, I'm about to make a lot of money
Goes around and around and around, oh ye boy, yeah
[Verse 7]
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
[Verse 8]
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Is it too real for ya?
Written by: Carlos O’Connell, Conor Curley, Conor Deegan, Conor Deegan III, Grian Chatten, Tom Coll
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