Thursday 1 July 2010

Ethnocentrism

Every time you touch this place it feels like sin.
Every time the handshake starts the face draws in.
What do you know about this world, anyway?
Here comes the sun, an American son.
In here the sun shines so bright, eyes blind.
What do you know about this world, anyway?
— Simple Minds 'The American'

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