Take away your paper & pen 
Stacks of money and your foolish grin 
And go Get me off the backwards ride 
Take away your greedy way and go 
See the woman standing at the door 
World gone by ... 
Again and again 
See the blisters growing on your feet 
Pushed on... 
Pushed on 
World gone by 
Take away your companies 
Take away your societies and go 
Get me off this backwards ride 
Take away your fictitious books of fact 
See the woman standing in the door 
World gone by ... 
Again and again 
See the blisters growing on your feet 
Pushed on ... 
Pushed on 
World gone by 
I wouldn’t want to be 
Living in a world of ecstasy with you 
Wasted arms; wasted legs 
Wrapped round this machine 
Military machine 
I wouldn’t want to be 
Living in a world of ecstasy with you 
Taken’ away your companies 
Takin’ away your societies and go. 
Get me off this backwards ride, 
Takin’ away your ficticious books of fact. 
Yeah, do mum-ba-si-be-ah