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 world
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 
The Western world

Mama's still on valium, 
Daddy puts the news on TV orphans laugh at the confusion
The 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 paradise
The 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 world
I can feel the fear in the Western The Western world