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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
And where they go
In this world machine?

It's the chosen fools who make [bad word] 
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

World machine, 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, yeah, yeah

Don't knock the system
We'll knock some sense in you
Don't beat the system
There's nothing you can do