| Song | World Machine |
| Artist | Level 42 |
| Album | World Machine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Badarou, Gould, King, Lindup | |
| Some folks try to multiply | |
| From sunrise to sunset | |
| Leave behind more of their kind | |
| So no one will forget | |
| But that ain't where | |
| I'm coming from today | |
| Those easy girls don't turn me on anyway | |
| I wanna know where my pride has gone | |
| The party's over, caught in a dream | |
| Inside this world machine | |
| Teachers teach and preachers preach | |
| Of spiritual evolution | |
| But this big | |
| I am from uncle | |
| ShamJust 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 | |
| The party's over, 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 sayAnd I can tell by your smile | |
| You're no longer a child | |
| That part of you was buried yesterday | |
| Who knows why they come | |
| And where they go | |
| In this world machine? | |
| It's the chosen fools who make the rules | |
| That don't apply to me | |
| With their fast-car games | |
| And counter claims not my reality | |
| 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 | |
| The party's over, caught in a dream | |
| Inside this world machine | |
| World machine, world machine | |
| Don't knock the system | |
| We'll knock some sense in you | |
| Don't beat the system | |
| There's nothing you can do, yeah, yeah | |
| Don't knock the system | |
| We'll knock some sense in you | |
| Don't beat the system | |
| There's nothing you can do |
| zuo ci : Badarou, Gould, King, Lindup | |
| Some folks try to multiply | |
| From sunrise to sunset | |
| Leave behind more of their kind | |
| So no one will forget | |
| But that ain' t where | |
| I' m coming from today | |
| Those easy girls don' t turn me on anyway | |
| I wanna know where my pride has gone | |
| The party' s over, caught in a dream | |
| Inside this world machine | |
| Teachers teach and preachers preach | |
| Of spiritual evolution | |
| But this big | |
| I am from uncle | |
| ShamJust 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 | |
| The party' s over, 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 sayAnd I can tell by your smile | |
| You' re no longer a child | |
| That part of you was buried yesterday | |
| Who knows why they come | |
| And where they go | |
| In this world machine? | |
| It' s the chosen fools who make the rules | |
| That don' t apply to me | |
| With their fastcar games | |
| And counter claims not my reality | |
| 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 | |
| The party' s over, caught in a dream | |
| Inside this world machine | |
| World machine, world machine | |
| Don' t knock the system | |
| We' ll knock some sense in you | |
| Don' t beat the system | |
| There' s nothing you can do, yeah, yeah | |
| Don' t knock the system | |
| We' ll knock some sense in you | |
| Don' t beat the system | |
| There' s nothing you can do |
| zuò cí : Badarou, Gould, King, Lindup | |
| Some folks try to multiply | |
| From sunrise to sunset | |
| Leave behind more of their kind | |
| So no one will forget | |
| But that ain' t where | |
| I' m coming from today | |
| Those easy girls don' t turn me on anyway | |
| I wanna know where my pride has gone | |
| The party' s over, caught in a dream | |
| Inside this world machine | |
| Teachers teach and preachers preach | |
| Of spiritual evolution | |
| But this big | |
| I am from uncle | |
| ShamJust 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 | |
| The party' s over, 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 sayAnd I can tell by your smile | |
| You' re no longer a child | |
| That part of you was buried yesterday | |
| Who knows why they come | |
| And where they go | |
| In this world machine? | |
| It' s the chosen fools who make the rules | |
| That don' t apply to me | |
| With their fastcar games | |
| And counter claims not my reality | |
| 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 | |
| The party' s over, caught in a dream | |
| Inside this world machine | |
| World machine, world machine | |
| Don' t knock the system | |
| We' ll knock some sense in you | |
| Don' t beat the system | |
| There' s nothing you can do, yeah, yeah | |
| Don' t knock the system | |
| We' ll knock some sense in you | |
| Don' t beat the system | |
| There' s nothing you can do |