He's got a good job and a picket fence
It's a simple life for his wife and family
He feels small until he comes home
Turns the TV on and fights for his country
They blame his problems on the immigrants
It's not his fault
Is this the world you wanted?
You're on your own, what happens now?
You think you stand for something
But you're no different than anybody else
He keeps his world small so it'll stay the same
He hates it if it's different, and he hates to see a change
He hates what he doesn't understand
He hates you if you don't look like him
The more he hates the others, the less he might hate himself
He blames his problems on the immigrants
It's not his fault
Is this the world you wanted?
You're on your own, what happens now?
You think you stand for something
But you're no different than anybody else
At fifty-six, his heart explodes
The doctors say they've never seen one that age look so old
Had heavy hate in a hollow chest
Hands up in prayer position
No God could stop what's coming
This is the world you wanted
He blamed his problems on the immigrants
Until it killed him, ahh
Is this the world you wanted?
You're on your own, what happens now?
You think you stand for something
But you're no different than anybody else
Is this the world you wanted?
Is this the world you wanted?
