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 Uran*s...