Take away your paper & pen Stacks of money and your foolish grin And go Get me off the 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 your feet Pushed on... Pushed on World gone by Take away your companies Take away your societies and go Get me off this backwards ride Take away your fictitious books of fact See the woman standing in the door World gone by ... Again and again See the blisters growing on your feet Pushed on ... Pushed on World gone by I wouldn't want to be Living in a world of ecstasy with you Wasted arms; wasted legs Wrapped round this machine Military machine I wouldn't want to be Living in a world of ecstasy with you Taken' away your companies Takin' away your societies and go. Get me off this backwards ride, Takin' away your ficticious books of fact. Yeah, do mum-ba-si-be-ah
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