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