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I see you gathered in the damp of the market square With a hunger in your belly and a madness in your glare You’re looking for a culprit, you’re looking for a name To pin upon the donkey for the poverty and shame. You say, "Get 'em out the harbour, get 'em off the street" While you’re kicking at the shadows of the people that you meet. But have you thought it through? Have you seen the end of the line? When you trade away your mercy for a bit of "yours and mine"? (Chorus) So tell me, whither would you go? When the wind begins to howl and the bitter waters flow? If the boots were on the other feet, if the law was turned to stone And you were just a ghost out there, wandering alone? Go on to France or Flanders, try the German border too And see how much they love a "stranger" looking just like you. (Verse 2) You’d have the King play God and sweep the floor of London clean To satisfy the anger and the spite of what you’ve been. But when you break the peace, man, you break the only shield That keeps the "ravenous fishes" from the harvest in the field. You think you’re standing tall, you think you’re acting brave But you’re only digging deeper in a common kind of grave. For if the mob is master, then no man’s life is his own And you’ll find yourself a foreigner in the place you called a home. (Bridge) Imagine it! The silence of a city turned to ice. Imagine it! The heavy, heavy toll of that price. You’d be the "wretched stranger" with your back against the wall And not a soul to catch you when you finally start to fall. (Chorus) So tell me, whither would you go? When the wind begins to howl and the bitter waters flow? If the boots were on the other feet, if the law was turned to stone And you were just a ghost out there, wandering alone? Go on to France or Flanders, try the German border too And see how much they love a "stranger" looking just like you. (Outro) It’s a mountainous error. A mountainous error, friend. Whither would you go? Yeah... whither would you go?