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 Sam
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’t 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 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
Can’t beat the system — there’s nothing you can do)