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
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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