Put in on paper baby, you make it plain to see Treaties and testaments and books of poetry I can't read What can I do for you, what can you do for me Hard to negotiate when we're both on our knees I still plead I ain't your olive branch I ain't your Prince of Peace Look into my eyes and you'll see The Middle East I am not searching for my place in history I'm growing tired and bored of the antiquity I don't need The ones I love the most The ones I love the least Look into my eyes and you'll see The Middle East Go tell it on the mountain, Go throw it in the sea See the ditch in the valley that they're digging for me Is this Damascus Road, The Sword of Damocles? Suffer if you stay, suffer if you leave I see the thunder clouds, I hear the cannons roar You're rubbing empathy into an open sore I still bleed There is no beauty here We're sleeping with the beast Look into his eyes and you'll see It's the Middle East