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 is seems
Seem!
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!