People dying
People crying
People flying
People lying
And what are we doing?
What are we waiting for?
With the wind blowing
While we're above the floor
Poor people
Rich people
Good people
Bad people
What is this world all about?
Can u tell me, my friend?
The voices in the crowd
Don't know what message they send
Big world
Small world
Wide world
Narrow world
I think of this world
While I'm going insane
Come here, little girl
Before you end up in flames
