Take away your paper and pen

Stacks of money and your foolish grin and go

Get me off this backwards ride

Take away your greedy way and go

See the woman standing at the door

World gone by, again and again

See the blisters growing on her feet

World pushed on, pushed up



World gone by...



Take away your companies,

Take away your societies and go

Get me off this backwards ride

Take away your ficticious books

See the woman standing at the door

World gone by, again and again

See the blisters growing on her feet

World pushed on, pushed up



World gone by...

I wouldn't want to be

Living in a world of ecstasy

With you



Wasted arms, wasted legs

Wrapped around this machine

Military machine

Military machine

Military machine...

I wouldn't want to be

Living in a world of ecstasy

With you