Will you be the German who is tutting through the shutters as the trains roll by? Will you be the Christian busy ticking off the reasons you can shut your eyes? ***** the left, ***** the right this is everybody's fight and we're battling the evil in our hearts It's a long road to hell but we know the journey well and a hatred of the strange is where it starts.
Will you be enchanted by the pretty little whispers of the self-made man Strutting on the scaffold of the skeletons he shackled as he made his plans? Well his dazzling election is a clever misdirection, builds a figurehead to follow or defeat Still whenever evil comes braying trumpets, banging drums it's the likes of you and me that keep the beat.
See our little kingdoms slickly built to keep the guilt and trouble out of range Mastering the darkness simply saturates the masses with a fear of change. We cajole, we corral, who's against us, who's our pal, Who's the sacrifice to calm the raging seas Tides will rise, tides will fall breakers burst against the wall - It's our terror that will bring us to our knees.
Each of us is given just one minute and a million choices every day Struggle for the love or love the struggle of the jungle hunter gone astray wicked wishes crack the whip comfort loosens our grip and a black and hungry vulture takes the air Every road goes up or down we can climb, or we can drown - be the beast - or be the angel, if we dare.