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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 colorful rag is unfurled