Can't you see the writing plainly on the wall
Can't you feel the ice beneath your feet about to crack
Don't you sense this whole façade's about to fall
Don't you think it's time that someone called you on the facts
There are forces on the left, there are forces on the right
But there's something in the middle, something's not right
There's something in the middle, something's not right
What interested me was that feeling of unease
The sense of something-not-being-right
And how it emanated not just from economic forces
But also from the impersonal face
Of what the nation was presenting its citizens
There's something in the middle, something's not right
Something's not right, something's not right