| 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) |