what s in the middle of the world does anybody know has anybody been there hell no i never wanna go so come and dig your hole anywhere but here we all are living with the sun i wonder when will everyone fall in love what s in the center of a man can we ever understand all that he is made of look now words are falling out his mouth you hear him shout about everything he s done we all are living with the sun i wonder when will everyone fall in love why kill the bow guitar with all it s mathematic talk and drive the muse into a distant star vulture who draws it s wings to spread it s gold realities and circle hope until it breathes no more so the war goes on it never ends like a record it spins riding round our whole plan choosing our enemies and friends and we ll do it again and again and again so the war goes on it never ends like a record it spins riding round our whole plan choosing our enemies and friends and we ll do it again and again and again