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
Well, 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 the 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 counterclaims
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
And the party's over
Caught in a dream
Inside this world machine (yeah)
(World machine)
(World machine, yeah)
Don't knock the system
We'll knock some sense in you (yeah)
Can't beat the system
There's nothing you can do (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't knock the system (ooh)
We'll knock some sense in you
Can't beat the system (ooh)
There's nothing you can do (whoa)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
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
Well, 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 the 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 counterclaims
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
And the party's over
Caught in a dream
Inside this world machine (yeah)
(World machine)
(World machine, yeah)
Don't knock the system
We'll knock some sense in you (yeah)
Can't beat the system
There's nothing you can do (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Don't knock the system (ooh)
We'll knock some sense in you
Can't beat the system (ooh)
There's nothing you can do (whoa)
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Mark King, Philip Gould, Michael David Lindup, Wally Badarou
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