| When pale turns to pink | |
| With a soft unnerving ease | |
| And all you've built around | |
| May just tumble to the ground | |
| Will you stand or fall? | |
| With your future in another's hands | |
| Will you stand or fall? | |
| When your life is not your own | |
| When white turns to red | |
| In the not too distant days | |
| Will force and misery | |
| Be the life you have to lead? | |
| Will you stand or fall? | |
| With your children in another's world | |
| Will you stand or fall? | |
| When your town is not your own | |
| White China | |
| White China | |
| When crimson takes a hold | |
| The lights go down on all you've ever known | |
| And all you'll ever do is worked out for you | |
| Will you stand or fall? | |
| When the thoughts you have are not your own | |
| Will you stand or fall? | |
| Oh, when the freedom slips away | |
| White China | |
| White China | |
| White China | |
| White China | |
| White China | |
| White China |