My train is leaving I'm over you Going So over you
I'm new in London New In Berlin I only wish I was 17 years old again
New In Moscow New in Pareeee Oh, take me to your hands, Mon ami
I walked through London Walked through Berlin And entered the world Of a new machine The world of New Order Clean and free With no disturbing negativity
Globalization Is staring me in the face The orderly nation Looking all, looking all, looking all The same
(witches singing and dancing)
We're losing Our freedom with ease Hold on to your roots Don't ask Don't please Listen to your Land What is it whispering? No revolution is possible in this... (hear witches in the background)