[Intro]
This one's authentic
Son of a gun
A soundtrack from China
In the universe tongue...

[Verse 1]
The world is our oyster
To plunder at will
Though the palate 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
[Verse 2]
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

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
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

[Instrumental]

[Outro]
They're playing World Music
In Tiananmen Square
They're playing World Music
In Tiananmen Square
The whistle of bullets in the air