Hai.

Oh, mystical east, on old postcards

Your childhood dreams and energies

Your temples' gardens, old world charm

An ancient culture, torn and scarred.

This is my western promise.

Oh, mystical east, you've lost your way

Your rising sun shall rise again

My western world gives out her hand

A victor's help to your fallen land.

This is my western promise.

Hai.

Mystical east, all taxi-cabs

All ultra-neon, sign of the times

Your buddha zen and christian man

All minions to messiah pepsi can.

This is my western promise.