(wang chung)
The world in which we live is peopled by people who
Fuckshitscrew everybodydon’t careswear
Do things without a careare seen everywhere
And write about each other
The world in which we live is peopled by people who
Can’t afford to eatcan’t make ends meet
Got nowhere to sleepcan’t feel the heat
Can’t get out
Can’t find a voice to scream it out
The world in which we live
The world on which all we are depends
Whoever could forgive
The way we treat the world in which we live
Chorus:
The world is a mosaic upon a golden floor
Moving silentlydarkly through space
And our lives are the fragments and all that’s gone before
Broken jewels in excrement base
Millions over millions are the world
Oh the world in which we live
Millions over millions are the world
Oh the world in which we live
The world in which we live
The world on which all we are depends
Whoever could forgive
The way we treat the world in which we live
The world in which we live is peopled by people who
Get upstand upspeak upfight
And do all the things that they think are necessary and right
The world in which we live is peopled by people who
Believe what they hold to be trueto be true for everybody
Repeat chorus
Millions over millions are the world
Oh the world in which we live
Millions over millions are the world
Oh the world in which we live