In the Western World

I wake my days, look at the world
How it laughs at a man who can have no place
Put on a smile, into the streets
How they ache for the smell of a sunny field
But still machines they grind
And life is harder now than it has been before

They say you're mad
Look at the wealth in the western world
For a boy with brains
Please come with us
We'll buy your soul
With the privilege of a chosen few
And so machines they grind
And life is harder now
Than it has been before