Music by Benny Andersson and Bjo:rn Ulvaeus

Original lyrics by Sir Tim Rice



He says it's war, and you know it's war, and you're ready to kill,

Just not these

Many thousands of helpless Yeerks,

And it hurts,

Hearing what he says, that he's done even worse...

Well, you've made your own choice, anyhow,

And who you're facing now

Shows no crazy signs of shell-shock,

He's made of two parts,

Heaven help your hearts!

His hate is too great,

What if he sees his whole resistance

Turning around a hand, an eye, a blade?



One of these days, and it won't be long, he'll come and hunt you down,

Like he should,

Sub-Visser Seven means no good,

No surprise,

Not after you've seen the look in Chapman's eyes...

Don't you know that Esplin's not your friend,

He'll fight you to the end,

Hoping to keep that best of moments

When your worst pain starts?

Heaven help your hearts

The night that you find

Finally he's done what he'd promised...

Five human youths are all you've left behind.



...Maybe it's best to just be ruthless --

Well, that's what you'll do, heaven help your hearts!

Heaven help your hearts!