Think-tank blink and you’re chained to excess
Mesmerized, brutalized into silence
Broadcast news, prefabricated views
For a tribal sub-set
And everything is under control
You’ve got your script
And you’ve got your role
You love it
You love it
Pavlovian responses from automated dunces
Liquid fears to our ears, hungry holes in our souls
Process managed the flock of damaged
Consumer robots
And everything is under control
You’ve got your script
And you’ve got your role
You love it
You love it
Inflated, celebrated celebrity droids
Cash-cowed, kow-towed
Empty, addled paranoids
Féted, outdated political class
Bewildered proletarians take it in the arse
And everything is under control
You’ve got your script
And you’ve got your role
You love it
You love it