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Текст песни crass - Nineteen Eighty Bore

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Who needs lobotomy when we`ve got the ITVWho needs ECT when there`s good old BBC?Switch on the set, light up the screenFantasise and dream about what you might have beenWho needs controlling when they`ve got the cathode rayThey`ve got your fucking soul, now they`ll fuse your brains awayMindless fucking morons sit before the setBeing fed the mindless rubbish they deserve to getCan`t switch off big brother, they`ve lost all will to actLost in drab confusion, was it fiction, was it fact?Another plastic bullet stuns another Irish childBut no-one`s really bothered, no, the telly keeps them mildThey`ve lost all sense of feeling to the every hungry glowDrained of any substance by the vicious telly blowNo longer know what`s real or ain`t, slowly going blindThey stare into the goggle box while the world goes by, behindThe Angels are on T.V. tonight, grey puke fucking shitThey army occupy Ireland, but the boot will never fitWas it Coronation Street? Or was it Londonderry?Oh it doesn`t fucking matter, Paul Daniels`ll keep us merryYes, I`ve heard of Bobby Sands, wasn`t it Emmerdale Farm?Yes, that`s right, he was kicked by a cowI hope it didn`t do him no harmAnd wasn`t the Holocaust terrible, good thing it wasn`t for realOf course I`ve heard of H-Block, it`s the baccy with man appealDeeper and deeper and deeper, layer upon layerIllusion, confusion, is there anyone left who can care?Yes, the Abbey National cares for youNat West, and SecuricorWell brings out the Branston bren-gunsLet`s spice it up some moreThe Sweeney are cruising Brixton, created another BelfastAnd J.R.`s advising Thatcher on lighting, make up and castA thousand camera lenses point at the people`s painAs millions of mindless morons watch the action replay againAction replay againSoftly, softly, into your life, you`re held in it`s brilliant glowSoftly, softly, feeding itself on the you you`ll never knowYou`re life`s reduced to nothing, but an empty media gameBig Brother ain`t watching you mate, you`re fucking watching him