Here comes the wise man
 And there goes the fool
 Can you see the burned out world that he is living in
 I don't need to look for the rules
 Here comes the donkey
 Chained ten ton plough
 He'll never make that hill in a million years
 Whip crack, beat him down
 He loves his brother he'd sell him for a fistful of gold
 But he needs a slave for his vision of the promised land
 No i don't believe a word
 Take me any way the wind blows
 You'll never know just what you want to do
 Or where you wanna go i think it's time
 That you found what the world is waiting for
 I think it's time to get real
 Repeat (here comes..)
 Anytime you want it, then it's there
 All you gotta do is stop me
 On the corner and ask
 Say hey, you don't live today
 Stop the world
 Stop the world
 I'm getting off
 I'm getting off
 Can't get enough
 I'm getting off