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Texty: Powerman 5000. Anyone For Doomsday?. What The World Does.

You can't make it
You won't break it

Right

Tied up, ripped up, stitched up style
Torn from the head to toe
Lied to, cried to, you tried to live
But you're dead and you're good to go

There's always now but the now is gone
And tomorrow is just a dream
'Cause all that you see and all that you touch
Is all that you'll ever be, no

You can't make it, you can't fake it
You can't take what the world does to you
You can't make it, you won't break it
You can't take what the world does

Stand up, sit down, and turn around
Let's see what you're really made of
Take off your face and stay awhile
I'll turn your guts to mud

The sky is blue and the stars are bright
And the grass is always green
But all that you see and all that you touch
Is never what it seems

You can't make it, you can't fake it
You can't take what the world does to you
You can't make it, you won't break it
You can't take what the world does

You can't make it, you can't fake it
You can't take what the world does to you
You can't make it, you won't break it
You can't take what the world does

What the world does
What the world does