Intro: (x8) Your picture of yourself is a media myth Underneath this floor we're on the edge of a cliff Someone told me Jesus was the Devil's lover While we masturbated on a magazine cover Chorus with guitar riff, sounds right to me but open to correction G-----6--7--6--------------------------- D---7------------7--8--7---------------- A--------------8------------------------ E--------------------------------------- Dead in the streets Who's that girl? Ireland screams Africa burns Suburbia stumbles The tides are turned I can feel the fear in the Western world I can feel the fear in the Western world I can feel the fear in the Western world I can feel the fear in the Western The Western world x3 Mama's still on valium, Daddy puts the news on TV orphans laugh at the confusion The audience finds itself on the stage Fifty million people in a state of decay Dead in the streets Who's that girl? Ireland screams Africa burns Suburbia stumbles The tides are turned I can feel the fear in the Western world I can feel the fear in the Western world I can feel the fear in the Western world I can feel the fear in the Western The Western world break repeated lots The party goes on behind elevator doors While the elevator plummets from the 69th floor All the cars lost in the scrapyards of paradise The newspaper photographs have all come alive Dead in the streets Who's that girl? Ireland screams Africa burns Suburbia stumbles The tides are turned I can feel the fear in the Western world I can feel the fear in the Western world I can feel the fear in the Western world I can feel the fear in the Western The Western world repeat lots to end I can feel the fear in the Western world I can feel the fear in the Western world stop I can feel the fear in the Western The Western world