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

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 your 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

don't beat the system - there's nothing you can do)