Standing round the table   Spinning fables   And signing autographs   Can't you hear them laugh   In their secrecies   They plan their strategies   And it's called hypocrisy   And we believe      Mornings, they tell me everything   That I need to know   Or I care to know   Well I can visualize   The look in your eyes, the horror   As the plane goes down and the siren sounds   We can't believe   We can't believe      In the east where the bear is dancing   In the west where the eagle flies   In the middle we stand our ground   The forces pull us down, down, down      Tensions on both sides   We're paralyzed and victimized   We're terrified and petrified   Demoralized and mortified   Of genocide and suicide and patricide and cyanide   We're pacified by every side   Force-fed pride and then we die for them   We die for them      In the east where the bear is dancing   In the west where the eagle flies   In the middle we stand our ground   The forces pull us down, down, down      We believe   We believe   We believe   ...