Your picture of yourself is a media myth Underneath this floor
we're on the edge of a cliff Someone told me Jesus was the
Devil's lover While we masturbated on a magazine cover
Chorus: Dead in the streets Who's that girl? Ireland
screams Africa burns Suburbia stumbles The tides are turned I
can feel the fear in the Western worldI can feel the fear in the
Western worldI can feel the fear in the Western world I can feel
the fear in the Western The Western worldMama's still on
valium, Daddy puts the news on TV orphans laugh at the
confusionThe audience finds itself on the stage Fifty million
people in a state of decay(Chorus)The party goes on behind
elevator doors While the elevator plummets from the 69th floor
All the cars lost in the scrapyards of paradiseThe newspaper
photographs have all come alive(Chorus)I can feel the fear in
the Western world I can feel the fear in the Western world I can
feel the fear in the Western worldI can feel the fear in the
Western The Western world