We Are Sane
I) Te Dium In upstairs rooms The meals are eaten The cars in the garage ready to go-go Disco baby shed no tear Hot light overhead Shaking meat meet Ho ho weekend, ha ha party Moo moo sacred cow The White House some days On the lawn Well kept pedigree Snap over bones Surplus requirements Appetite angel going down II) We Are Sane Meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays In-trays Meanwhile below reports flop into the in-trays she stares out of her window Her will is still in bed She has no memory of herself For care has drained her head The poster on the billboard Says she should paint her lips Like the smiles on the tv people File number one "If the thought processes of an individual can be permanently limited To the point of strict conformity to an outside source of thought, The said individual need no longer be considered as such. The enforcement of order becomes possible for anybody with enough power To control what is projected." "See?" "It's all quite simple..." "Mary!" this woman's place is in a home Society has judged She does not fit official standards And they cannot be budged There's something in her eyes that says The struggle's gone too deep And there's no comfort in the thought of Watching acolytes of doubt Try hard to fight their problems out Excess profit has the clout To spread the message we are sane! Not insane! she reads about a will to power In papers full of lies She hears that every time she breathes Some foreign kiddy dies She's convinved it's her fault She's tortured by the strain As words of judgement pour out of the Mouths of those who make their mark By keeping people in the dark Those who bite worse than they bark Are loudly shouting we are sane! Not insane! and the chorus says "it's all quite normal... la-la-la" And the chorus says "it's all quite normal... la-la-la" The choruses... Are happy as they know no different way Except what they've been told today ("left! right! left! right!") Accepting their limited 'truth' and blankly humming we are sane! III) Dictator's Excuse Me And we are not to blame We must protect the claim praise those who hold power They shall save the last hour Using sacred science They can stamp out defiance Wheee...! File number two "Technician, we want you to build a component For each of our workers, to be with them always, At all time watch closely, so we can keep track of Their actions, their interests, their morals, their time out. Some musak to maim them, some fear to contain them. Policy will judge, them brute forces degrade them. Practical behaviour, the cleanser, the saviour. A private vocation has no sense of nation. The maintenance of power can be so fulfilling, Just as long as all the slaves are willing. So this is an order: We must curb thought disorder. With a miniature transmitter We can pavlov the litter And train it to do as we tell it, State surgeon, the seed plant Thought soon get a new slant. So tiny a dogma idea turn to quagmire, Thrum-humming transistor a brain wave insistor, Closed circuit hypnosis an inbuilt psychosis, Not one self expression deliberate supression. A cycle to squeeze out anyone who we doubt Will must be pliable to be reliable." tuned into the media system Picture getting hard to see How did you end up as a prisoner When you were supposed to be free? oh, wouldn't you like to know? lebensraum for megalomania Endless song with one refrain All eyes fixed upon the conductor Baton taps inside the brain...
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