20 long years ridin' somebody's coattails
Watch the vermin go by through a heavy coat of chain mail
So ya wanna change the world out ya still can't decide
They can take away the cash out a fool's got his pride

Everyone must kneel before the man
The leader of the band
Trapped in Toyland

20 odd years since you heard "Revolution"
Feeding your fears with psychological pollution
Everybody in the world tryin' to take you for a ride
So you get behind the wheel just to realize you're blind

Sycophants associates 'n press men
Read the upper hand
Trapped in Toyland

Well it seems like years since anybody knew your name
And you're browin' in your tears out it's all just the same

And it seems such a waste for a man with such pride
But it's obvious reality is eatin' at you insides

Sycophants associates n' press men
Read the upper hand
Trapped in Toyland

Everyone must kneel before the man
The leader of the band
Trapped in Toyland
Where Do I Fit In?

Don't you color me by the way you paint your pictures
I'm happy just the way I am
It's been soaked into my bones, a child under pressure
I'm a bastard of the master plan

I wanna live my life
Don't wanna live a lie
I hear freedom ringin'
Everyone's got a place
But where do I fit in

Don't go sellin' me a dream you can't deliver
Like a dog in a cat suit, it's a poor disguise
Strange little angels a parade of saints and sinners
Greetings from the other side

I wanna live my life
Don't wanna live a lie
I hear freedom ringin'
Everyone's got a place
But where do I fit in

I was walking on glass from thousand broken mirrors
Saw my reflection stare me down
I tried to run, I was going through the motions
I got my feet on solid ground

I wanna live by life
Don't wanna live a lie
I hear freedom ringin'
I wasn't the same as you baby
But take a walk in my shoes

I hear freedom ringin'
Everyone's got a place
But where do I fit in

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JEFF MARTIN, PAUL BRANDON GILBERT, RUSS PARRISH