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

Pushed On... Pushed On

World Gone By



Take Away Your Companies

Take Away Your Societies And Go

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