East Meets West (Live At The Marquee, New York City / 1991)

Killing time

Watching signs

I'm waitin'

See on the other side of town

I've seen the walls come tumblin' down

So I've come here to make you shake

So get up, get up, get up, get up

Oh come on, come on, come on

Why don't you come on now?

When east meets west

There's gonna be one hell of a mess

When east meets west

There's gonna be one hell of a mess

When east meets west

There's a finger on the trigger of a very troubled mind

Working for the love of Satan

There's no blisters on his fingers

There's no blood on his clothes

But I've seen the world that he's been makin'

So get up, get up, get up, get up

Come on, come on, come on

Why don't you come on now?

When east meets west

There's gonna be one hell of a mess

When east meets west

There's gonna be one hell of a mess

When east meets west

Get up, get up, get up, get up

Oh come on, come on, come on

Why don't you come on now?

When east meets west

There's gonna be one hell of a mess

When east meets west

There's gonna be one hell of a mess

When east meets west

When east meets west

There's gonna be one hell of a mess

When east meets west

There's gonna be one hell of a mess

When east meets west