Beneath the dust of this selfish world
He live his dreams in his dream world
Where there is no war there is no dust
Where he don't pick things from dump
While he was dreaming a man wakes him up
He is back to his work to pick the garbage up.
Beneath the dust of this selfish world
He live his dreams in his dream world
Where there is no war there is no dust
Where he don't pick things from dump
While he was dreaming a man wakes him up
He is back to his work to pick the garbage up.