The struggle is in our hearts

It's in our hands

So whom do we really serve?

What can we trust?

What have we planned?

Firmly fix your heart

Your mind will follow

Ever longing, everlasting

The truth is sometimes hard to follow



We all understand

The choice is in our hands

And chances are

The choice has been pre-made





As a plastic figurine

Slapped in a magazine

Or on your cable TV screen





So what exactly is it you believe

Or maybe you don't know

Or maybe you wear it on your sleeve

I've got to ask myself the same

I've got to throw myself around because I know

I've let you down



We all understand

The choice is in our hands

And chances are

The choice has been pre-made





As a plastic figurine

Slapped in a magazine

Or on your cable TV screen



(musical interlude)



As a plastic figurine

Slapped in a magazine

Or on your cable TV screen