(wang chung) The world in which we live is peopled by people who f**, sh**, screw everybody, don't care, swear Do things without a care, are seen everywhere And write about each other The world in which we live is peopled by people who Can't afford to eat, can't make ends meet Got nowhere to sleep, can't feel the heat Can't get out Can't find a voice to scream it out The world in which we live The world on which all we are depends Whoever could forgive The way we treat the world in which we live Chorus: The world is a mosaic upon a golden floor Moving silently, darkly through space And our lives are the fragments and all that's gone before Broken j**els in excrement base Millions over millions are the world Oh the world in which we live Millions over millions are the world Oh the world in which we live The world in which we live The world on which all we are depends Whoever could forgive The way we treat the world in which we live The world in which we live is peopled by people who Get up, stand up, speak up, fight And do all the things that they think are necessary and right The world in which we live is peopled by people who Believe what they hold to be true, to be true for everybody Repeat chorus Millions over millions are the world Oh the world in which we live Millions over millions are the world Oh the world in which we live