Some folks try to multiply
Leave behind more of their kind
But that ain't where I'm coming from -today
Those easy girls don't turn me on - anyway
I want to know where my pride has gone
Caught in a dream inside this world machine
Teachers teach and preachers preach
But this big I am from Uncle Sam
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
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't tell by the smile
That part of you was buried yesterday ...
Why they come and where they go
It's the chosen fools who make the rules
With their fast-car games and counter claims
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
Caught in a dream inside this world machine.
(Don't knock the system - we'll knock some sense in you
Can't beat the system - there's nothing you can do