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
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