Around the World In Eighty Trips

I've been around
I've been roundabout
And I let my peoples down
I've been around
I've been roundabout
And I let the world down

Yeah, I see smoke, smoke through the trees
And I see the icy waters, and I see the seas
The sky lights up like a carnival, I even saw a house fly
Sounds kinda poetic, but it's just a way to die

Been in corridors, yeah, all without doors
Been in a hundred rooms, yeah, rooms without floors
A thousand million places, and a thousand million more
Still haven't found what I came here looking for

I've been reading things with little or no meaning
And I've been seeing things that I don't want to believe in
So I tried a little meditation, and I tried a little medication
As Ali Zafar tries to sell me God and Coca-Cola on public access television

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together

I've been around
I've been roundabout
And I let my peoples down
I've been around
I've been roundabout
And I let the world down

So I follow the thinkers of the desert, these old broken men
That returns me to the same place where I've always been
Alone he sat with a twelve-gauge Scott and a scratchy old pen
He wrote, most men die like animals, not men

With women so cold, mean, beautiful, and deranged
Drove Vincent mad, and Nijinsky's in a ward for the insane
Did you hear old Lawrence crashed his bike in the desert far away
Once a man has seen the truth, he'll never be the same

We're prisoners of freedom, a rat cage labyrinth
But if you's a gamblin' man, don't bet on your life, my friend
Cause most times you'll lose, and other times you won't win
Well, that's how the story goes, or that's how it's gonna end