| World Machine |
| some folks try to multiply from sunrise to sunset leave behind more of their kind so no one will forget but that ain't where I'm coming from - today those easy girls don't turn me on - anyway I wanna know where my pride has gone the party's over caught in a dream inside this world machine teachers teach and preachers preach of spiritual evolution but this big I am from uncle sham just adds to my confusion I've seen his face, I've heard his song - before but I don't care what time he's on - anymore I must have been on the streets too long the party's over caught in a dream inside this world machine I find myself outside your door trying to make it like before but you don't follow what I say and I can tell by your smile you're no longer a child that part of you was buried yesterday . . . . . . who knows why they come and where they go in this world machine? it's the chosen fools who make the rules that don't apply to me with their fast-car games and counter claims not my reality and I don't know if I belong - today I don't know why my friends have gone - away I must have been on the streets too long the party's over caught in a dream inside this world machine (don't knock the system - we'll knock some sense in you don't beat the system - there's nothing you can do) |