Here comes the wise man
And there goes the fool
Can you see the burned out world that he is living in
I dont need to look for the rules

Here comes the donkey
Chained ten ton plough
Hell never make that hill in a million years
Whip crack, beat him down

He loves his brother hed sell him for a fistful of gold
But he needs a slave for his vision of the promised land
No I dont believe a word
Take me any way the wind blows
Youll never know just what you want to do
Or where you wanna go I think its time
That you found what the world is waiting for
I think its time to get real

Repeat (here comes..)

Anytime you want it, then its there
All you gotta do is stop me
On the corner and ask
Say hey, you dont live today
Stop the world
Stop the world
Im getting off
Im getting off
Cant get enough
Im getting off