Is this the real world that I see   Or just a broken memory?   A thousand voices all scream   One man to sell a million dreams   Ain't got the will to leave it   Ain't got the pills to feel it   But as I'm slippin on my suit   I know he's pissin on my boots   Oh   What kinda world is this we're livin in?   What kinda world is this where I'm just a number?   What kinda world is this we're livin in?   What kinda way is this to treat one another?   Don't try to fight it   Try to hide   And if I find an alibi   They sell the world to track you down   And trick you out of every cloud   There's little time to like it   You'd better run a misfit   You've got a lot of time to choose   And now they're rippin up your roots   Oh   What kinda world is this we're livin in?   What kinda world is this where I'm just a number?   What kinda world is this we're livin in?   What kinda way is this to treat one another?   Camel tries and needle sigh   He takes a long look at his life   Turns away and feels he's being misunderstood   Back to the wine and to the glass   Try to make your memories last   All I know is that I'd take you there if I could   And I would   If I could   Then I would   If I could   If I would      What kinda world?   What kinda world?   What kinda world?   What kinda world?   What kinda world?   What kinda world?   What kinda world?