Lyrics:

There? little left to fight except the demons inside A pandemonium of pride The measure of a man, as seen on TV All the things that you could be Just trying to be advert man You don? have to dream to get there But it? harder than it seems to get there Everyone needs something to aim for It isn? life or death, I? not searching a soul Trying to plug an absent hole But it? meaningful to me, trying to find th eline See how I am defined Just trying to be advert man You don? have to dream to get there But it? harder than it seems to get there Everyone needs something to aim for All the places that I? love to be right now All the people that I need to see now Did the time slip by when I looked the other way Think of tomorrow when I should be thinking of today The measure of a man, as seen on TV All the things that you could be Just trying to be advert man You don? have to dream to get there But it? harder than it seems to get there You don? have to dream to get there But it? harder than it seems to get there Everyone needs something to aim... Everyone wants to be better than before