What the world is waitnig for

Here comes the donkey
Chained ten ton plough
He'll never make that hill in a million years
Whip crack, beat him down

He loves his brother he'd sell him for a fistful of gold
But he needs a slave for his vision of the promised land
No i don't believe a word
Take me any way the wind blows
You'll never know just what you want to do
Or where you wanna go i think it's time
That you found what the world is waiting for
I think it's time to get real

Repeat (here comes..)