Sitting down in your easy chair
Reading the paper
Dog lying at your feet
Television talks about destruction
But you don't care
You're living kind of sweet
And the people sitting on the doorstep
Death waiting all around
The people living in the doorways
Faces to the crowd
What you looking for
When you're standing by the open door
And the world outside is staring in
Ain't it full of sin
No more
The world outside doesn't bother you
It's an image brought in by the tube
Imagination's all you see
When you look outside
You see the sea
And the seagulls
The seas of humanity are huge
The sailors and deckhands
That craft the world that we once knew
Are falling by the pride of governments
Like refugees who sink to win
Their freedom is a costly thing
Do you see them dying in the promised land
No more
Apathy won't get you nowhere in the world of today
You're caught in the middle
No escape
You've got a choice to make
Better make it soon
One way or another
You'll end up shot
Out in the open air
With eyes that watch the cameras glare
In living rooms and bars
And there you go
Dying in the promised land
Sitting down in your easy chair
Staring blindly
Dog lying at your feet
You opened your eyes
To the world outside
And the world came rushing in
To meet you like a riot
Forced out in the streets
Of a bombed-out town
Where no one sees the government
Do you see them dying
Ain't it full of sin
No more
Take aim
Aim taken
Fire
Fired
Destroyed.