What a scene when the planes came down, man,

O what a scene. I'm addicted, It's hard; I'm freaking out but it grabs hard.

Hell of a time, 10,000 ways to cry, only just dawned, they've been together far too long


When there's an eye for an eye in the USA

When it's an eye in the storm of the world

When there's a human bomb smiling down in Dar al-Harb,

And there's a veil cross the face of his girl...

And when Mohamed Atta's staring through your window,

Though you're working on the 99th floor

And when the Boeing 757 which comes to collect you

Shows you other ways to leave besides the door...

There's a cheering crowd down in Palestine,

There's a liberal saying that's just fine,

No way did America have it coming, though I guess it was coming anyway


Nero's people don't deserve Nero's fate,

Hitler's people don't deserve Hitler's fate,

Don't tar Americans all with the same brush,


If you're British in the bedroom

And you're American at the dance,

Franco-German in the kitchen

European in your pants.

You and I make love

They wonder why

Only mistrust

As all this crumbles into dust

As they dissolve as zombies must

When life's a hobby,

Soon you're busting your balls

For someone else's Roman walls

Can you climb?

To reach that garden out of reach

Too soon you see that life's a beach...


But it's a distance thing when you talk to the wall,

A distance thing when you talk to the walk,

A distance thing: C'mon talk to the walk.

Then you're talk-talk-talk-talk-talking to talk


Me, I'm peeping through a telescope picking out Uranus...