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

In different 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 color of your shirt

Better the pride that resides
In a citizen of the world
Than the pride that divides

When a colorful rag is unfurled