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?