They've done the arithmetic; theses shoes should fit
And I can try them on just as long as I remember my lines
The curtain is starting to rise

I heard on the car radio last night
They've finally decided that everyone was right all along
It was everyone else who was wrong

And since they're all so enlightened,
They think they've got the right and the means to invite us
To see things through their eyes
The curtain is starting to rise

"Watch you trip, trick questions and traps
Watch you trip, we won't watch your back"

"Don't step over, don't step over that
Don't step over, don't step off our track"

But then I hear over the sea
The voice of my judge and jury

If I let their words make me I give them the power to break me
They'll place their bets on me and then
they'll want some rest from me
The tighter their grip the further I'll slip
But I'll let your words make me I'll give you the power to break me
Cos you've seen the rest of me and yet you see the best in me
Your voice will take me to glory

Is it man or God we were thinking of?
We perform and face a shouting mob
And it descends into pantomime
The curtain leaves nowhere to hide

From the Hebrides to Sydney, everybody's got the remedy
But with so many melodies
Comes one discordant fallacy
"Who are you going to please?"