Could be Berlin, or it could be Prague.
Could be Moscow, could be New York.
Could be Llanelli, and it could be Warrington.
Could be Warsaw, and it could be Moosejaw.
Could be Rome...
Everybody got somewhere they call home.
When they overrun the defences
(A minor invasion put down to expenses)
will you go down to the airport lounge?
Will you accept your second class status -
a nation of waitresses and waiters,
will you mix their martinis?
Will you stand still for it,
or will you take to the hills?
It could be clay and it could be sand.
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land
Could be a house, could be a corner shop
Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
Could be something your old man handed down
Could be something you've built on your own.
Everybody got something he calls home.
When the cowboys and arabs draw down
on each other at noon
in the cool dusty air of the city boardroom
will you stand by a passive spectator
Of the market dictators?
Will you discreetly withdraw
with your ear pressed to the boardroom door,
will you hear when the lion within you roars?
Will you take to the hills?
Will you stand, will you stand for it?
Will you hear
When the lion within you roars?
Could be your father and it could be your mother.
Could be your sister, could be your brother.
Could be a foreigner, could be a turk
Could be someone out looking for work.
Could be a king, could be the aga khan
Could be a vietnam vet with no arms and no legs
Could be a saint, could be a sinner
Could be a loser or it could be a winner
Could be a banker, could be a baker
Could be a laker, could be kareem-abdul-jabar
Could be a male voice choir
Could be a lover, could be a fighter
Could be a super heavyweight, or it could be
Could be a cripple, could be a freak
Could be a wop, gook, geek
Could be a cop, could be a thief.
Could be a family of ten living in one room on relief.
Could be our leaders in their concrete tombs,
with their tinned food and their silver spoons.
Could be the pilot with God on his side.
Could be the kid in the middle of the bomb sight.
Could be a fanatic, could be a terrorist
Could be a dentist, could be a psychiatrist
Could be humble, could be proud
Could be a face in the crowd
Could be the soldier in the white cravat
who turns the key in spite of the fact
this is the end of the cat and mouse
Who dwelt in the house
Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt?
The house that Jack built
Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt
The house that Jack built
Bang, bang, shoot, shoot
White gloved thumb, Lord thy will be done
He was always a good boy his mother said
He'll do his duty when he's grown, (yeah...)