Wake up in a strange land
one of forty thieves.
And I see for the first time just what you believe.
I go down to the market where I can buy or sell
And I listen to the chanting and all the lies that wise ones tell.
They say: East is East - West is West
Two different colours on the map.
We say: Break the line
chew the fat
keep moving out into the gap.
Beggars in the backstreets
there for all the world to leave
It`s you that`s begging for attention
well
it`s all the same to me.
And I won`t ask permission not from teachers or from kings
`cos I can see for myself all the pain that you will bring.
They say: East is East - West is West
Two different rhythms on the map. . . .
East is East - West is West
Two different colours on the map. . . .
Can you smell the perfume of a hundred thousand years?
Dare you look into the eyes that hide a hundred million tears?
No need to be so frightened of all the figures in the night
`cos we shared the same emotions and no-one`s wrong and no-one`s right.
They say: East is East - West is West
Two different colours on the map. . . .
They say: East is East - West is West
. . .
They say: East is East - West is West
Two different rhythms on the map. . . .