This one's authentic,
son of a gun,
a soundtrack from China
in the universal tongue
The world is our oyster
to plunder at will
though the palats is jaded
by all but the thrill
of fish out of water,
life in the raw
Without understanding
of what life's worth fighting for
Out of universal language
some stuff never translates -
the reports come in clusters
but for words it's too late
Six o'clock entertainment,
tears of anguish and rage
in the zoos of the media
the spirit of moment is caged
There's only one language
the whole world comprehends,
there's only one message
as the darkness descends
do you still have a question
or do you retract?
There's a whole world of difference
between the observer and the act
They're playing world music
in Tiananmen Square
They're playing world music
in Tiananmen Square
The whistle of bullets in the air