What the World Is Waiting For

Here comes the wise man

And there goes the fool

You see that burnt out world that he's living in

I don't need to look for the rules

Here comes the donkey

Chained to a ten-ton plough

He'll never make that hill in a million years

Whip crack beating down

He loves his brother

He'll 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

Here comes the wise man

And there goes the fool

You see that burnt out world that he's living in

I don't need to look for the rules

He loves his brother

He'll sell him for a fistful of gold

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

Anytime you want it, then it's there

All you gotta do is stop it

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