text: I used to think the world was flat
  Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
  I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
  Used to look in on the children at night
  In the glow of their Donald Duck light
  And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
  But, oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
  The tide is turning
  Satellite buzzing through the endless night
  Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights
  Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning
  Who is the strongest
  Who is the best
  Who holds the aces
  The East
  Or the West
  This is the crap our children are learning
  But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
  The tide is turning
  Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
  Now the satellites confused
  Cause on Saturday night
  The airwaves were full of compassion and light
  And his silicon heart warmed
  To the sight of a billion candles burning
  Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
  Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
  The tide is turning Billy
  Im not saying that the battle is won
  But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
  Wrested technologys sword from the hand of the war lords
  Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
  The tide is turning Sylvester
  The tide is turning
  Thats it!
  Now the past is over but you are not alone
  Together well fight Sylvester Stallone
  We will not be dragged down in his South China Sea
  Of macho bullshit and mediocrity