| Everybody wants to be happy. |
| Everybody wants more money. |
| Everybody wants more loving. |
| Everybody wants the same things. |
| |
| I came across the border |
| Through the east and west divide. |
| The land between the trenches |
| Was patrolled by the deaf and the blind. |
| The blind were shouting, "Listen!" |
| While the deaf said, "Can't you see?" |
| Somewhere deep in no-man's land, |
| Some man has lost a key. |
| |
| I open up into this mystery, |
| I have seen, I have seen, I have seen. |
| |
| Centuries of fighting, |
| So I brought myself a gun. |
| The salesman called it freedom, |
| So my enemy bought a bigger one. |
| I'm saving up for a missile |
| That will shoot him up with love. |
| Now his finger's on my button |
| And my hand is in his glove. |
| |
| I opened up into this mystery. |
| Every key can lock you up |
| Or set you free. |
| I believe that there is magic in this mystery. |
| I have seen, I have seen, I have seen. |
| |
| Everybody wants to be happy. |
| Everybody wants more money. |
| Everybody wants the same things. |
| I have seen, I have seen, I have seen. |
| I have seen, I have seen, I have seen. |
| I have seen, I have seen, I have seen. |
| I have seen, I have seen, I have seen. |
