Is this the real world that I see Or just a broken memory? A thousand voices all scream One man to sell a million dreams Ain't got the will to leave it Ain't got the pills to feel it But as I'm slippin on my suit I know he's pissin on my boots Oh What kinda world is this we're livin in? What kinda world is this where I'm just a number? What kinda world is this we're livin in? What kinda way is this to treat one another? Don't try to fight it Try to hide And if I find an alibi They sell the world to track you down And trick you out of every cloud There's little time to like it You'd better run a misfit You've got a lot of time to choose
And now they're rippin up your roots Oh What kinda world is this we're livin in? What kinda world is this where I'm just a number? What kinda world is this we're livin in? What kinda way is this to treat one another? Camel tries and needle sigh He takes a long look at his life Turns away and feels he's being misunderstood Back to the wine and to the gla** Try to make your memories last All I know is that I'd take you there if I could And I would If I could Then I would If I could If I would What kinda world? What kinda world? What kinda world? What kinda world? What kinda world? What kinda world? What kinda world?