Take away your paper and pen
Stacks of money and your foolish grin and go
Get me off this backwards ride
Take away your greedy way and go
See the woman standing at the door
World gone by, again and again
See the blisters growing on her feet
World pushed on, pushed up

World gone by

Take away your companies,
Take away your societies and go
Get me off this backwards ride
Take away your ficticious books
See the woman standing at the door
World gone by, again and again
See the blisters growing on her feet
World pushed on, pushed up

World gone by
I wouldn't want to be
Living in a world of ecstasy
With you

Wasted arms, wasted legs
Wrapped around this machine
Military machine
Military machine
Military machine
I wouldn't want to be
Living in a world of ecstasy
With you