I see the middle kingdom between heaven and earth
like the chinese call the country of their birth
we all figure that our homes are set above
other people than the ones we know and love
in every place with a name
they play the same territorial game
hiding behind the lines
sending up warning signs
The whole wide world
an endless universe
yet we keep looking through
the eyeglass in reverse
don't feed the people
but we feed the machines
can't really feel
what international means
in different circles
we keep holding our ground
indifferent circles
we keep spinning round and round
We see so many tribes -- overrun and undermined
while their invaders dream of lands they've left behind
better people -- better food -- and better beer
why move around the world when eden was so near?
the bosses get talking so tough
and if that wasn't evil enough
we get the drunken and passionate pride
of the citizens along for the ride
They shoot without shame
in the name of a piece of dirt
for a change of accent
or the colour of your shirt
better the pride that resides
in a citizen of the world
than the pride that divides
when a colourful rag is unfurled