There’s a world out there, I know.
But I don’t go no more.
It got a lotta jazz, pizzazz,
lotta sparks, mountains of money.
There’s this world out there
that clanks a rusty wheel,
stainin’ earth with old blood.
People’s always fallin’ off.
I watch it all, you know,
them stickin’ cinders ina eye.
So loud the death wails I can’t hear.
But sometimes open the door an’ peek.