Then it came so bright like a light from the sky
It's like I'm seeing every move you make with your
Shaky hands
Your play is on and we can't find a place to hide
They control the lights and we lose our rights in our
Very lands

All that we need is vital space, vital space

Papers will not show what wasn't tried to be hid
Money took for granted by people standing behind
Locked doors
Would you believe their reasons why, would you rely
On Jesus sons, on the third world fear or the fourth
World war

God created men, men created superman

Use your head, cut the head — the poet said
And headed for the land where snow never falls
Paradise for children in shopping malls
With dancing people halfway dead
Sad as ill hearted blues
Big as a room for Imelda's shoes
With missiles flying overhead

All that we need is vital space, vital space
All that we need is lebesraum, lebesraum