This is the world, and check it out, human; response is flowing by,
And in reaction to reaction I can't understand why that I am the way I am, that I do and you do not,
I guess we're in this thing we're in, it's what we've got.

I slam my hands both down until my fingers bleed, until my face is red, until you feel my need,
I feel your conscience crush, hate subside,
Out of this world alive.

It's deeper than it seems to be: the difference in the way we see,
I'm strange to you, baby, you're strange to me,
So we agree to disagree, good-bye.

This is political, and I am not the one that I might seem,
Not buried under the American dream,
I will not try to find a way to fill the hole, moral decay,
You will not, listen no matter what I say.

I slam my hands both down until my fingers bleed, until my face is red, until you feel my need,
You feel your conscience crush, hate subside,
Out of this world alive.

It's deeper than it seems to be: the difference in the way we see,
I'm strange to you, baby, you're strange to me,
So we agree to disagree, good-bye.

And when the way of what it is, is under words of what is not,
I try to be within, without, with everyone,
And though I try not to confuse my commitment with my contempt,
I try to love the world, but then the world is bent.

Deeper than it seems to be: the difference in the way we see,
I'm strange to you, baby, you're strange to me,
So we agree to disagree,
I said it's deeper than it seems to be: the difference in the way we see,
I'm strange to you, baby, you're strange to me,
So we agree to disagree,
Until they day we get it together, good-bye.