Take away your paper & pen Stacks of money and
your foolish grin And go
Get me off the
backwards ride Take away your greedy way and
go See the woman standing at the door World
gone by ... Again and again Pushed on... Pushed
on World gone by
Take away your
companies Take away your societies and
go Take away your fictitious books of
fact See the woman standing in the
door World gone by ... Again and again See
the blisters growing on your feet Pushed on
... Pushed on World gone by
I
wouldn’t want to be Living in a world of
ecstasy with you
Wasted arms; wasted
legs Wrapped round this machine Military
machine
I wouldn’t want to
be Living in a world of ecstasy with
you
Taken’ away your
companies Takin’ away your societies and
go. Get me off this backwards
ride, Takin’ away your ficticious books
of fact. Yeah, do mum-ba-si-be-ah
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