Life's been good, I can't complain so far
Designer clothes, expensive caviar
And gated homes to keep the wolves at bay
Tinted glass to hide my guilt and shame
Neon signs and vagrants at the door
Broken values, needles,
liquor stores
And won't somebody help me to believe
Help me to deny the things I see
Now whatever comes your way
Sometimes you win,
sometimes you lose When it all comes down you
make it through
You got the whole
world around
You got the whole world around
Something tells me not to make a scene
Open up your heart and let me in
I've traveled far enough to meet my own demise
Seems that everyone I know still wears the
same disguise Take me,
rape me,
push me down as long as
I'm understood Like a soldier's view from the bunkers to
the towers at Park Avenue,
yeah, yeah, yeah, wah-wah
Something tells me not to make a scene Open up your
heart and let me in
You got the whole
world around
You got the whole
world around
Something tells me not to make a
scene Open up your heart and let me in
You got the whole world around You got the whole world around