Paroles: Sean Mooney. Other. Tijuana.

A wall through a street
And on either side
A world between them
Where would you reside?

A guard takes his post
Late at night
As the aliens approach
From another world.

Chorus:
Watch the shacks on either side of you fly by
The people come out to see the king
They look in awe as you roll by in your tank
And leave without saying a word.

I've flown through outer space
I've seen the other world,
I've talked to the people
Who inhabit it,

So friendly and caring
Always there to help
Always there to make you
Feel better.

Chorus

And down in the town
I see a crowd gather
In suits and ties
Waiting

A man steps forward
Dressed in black
The crowd reply
In Unison

The bell rings out
From the roof
And the people
Go inside

A little room
Packed to the brim
Full of followers
Of this great man