Is it any wonder
That she would feel less than real
When she reveals what is clearer
In her mirror
Take a look around her
Magazines, glamour queens
Waist-line dreams in her diary
So inspiring
Nobody told her that little girls
Don't have to have the softest curls for love
So whatever's left inside her
Is gonna smile wider, shine brighter
Until she gets pulled under
Is it any wonder?
Is it any wonder
That he's obsessed with what is best
And nothing less... he's a hero
With six zeros
Take a look around him
His wallet size and what he drives
Will symbolise how he's made it
How they'll grade it
Nobody told him that little boys
Don't have to have the fastest toys to win
So whatever's left inside him
Is gonna keep on tryin' to keep on buyin'
Until he gets pulled under
Is it any wonder?
Will somebody tell her there's a love that can't be glamourized
Tell him there's a hope that won't be downsized
Someone tell them that the billboards lie
All the time
Cos whatever's left inside her
Is gonna smile wider
And whatever's left inside him
Is gonna keep on tryin'
Until they get pulled under
Is it any wonder?It used to be a church on the isle of Atlantis
Mr. Chilk hurts, it was all just a fantasy
One dream in the brain of a beast used for labor
One beam in the house for a girl-dream to savor
A wild eyed companion with roots in the sky
One trips through that house
That uplifting, dangerous, horrible house
Where oxen go
Where oxen die
"A hole opens up in the ground beneath it"