All shout when the music is loud    When the music is low they all wanna go    All scream when the music is fast    When the music is slow they really don't know    If my faces are pretty I've got an excuse    If I know what I want I've got something to loose    Well, the money's good    But I'm not amused    UUHWEE, the world is growing old       All dance when I bang the right drum    When I'm on the wrong track I erase what I had    From time to time as I move along    I take alook back to see what went wrong    Well, the future is close and I'm rotten to the core    It's gonna be too late when it knocks on my door    Well, but the money's good    and I'm not amused   . UUHWEE, the world is growing old       Feed me! Feed me! Feed me!       All yawn when I am what I am    When I am what they are it's kind of going too far    When they open the doors I gotta hesitate    If they open their wallets I mustn't wait    I could afford a fast car and save my soul    Or I could kill the leader and live like a mole    But the money's good    And I am not amused    Feed me! Feed me! Feed me!