In Eighty Four

They got me on the tele-screen

The Thought Police are at my back door

I can't protest, I can't scream

So well controlled in eighty four

So well controlled in eighty four

So well controlled in eighty four

There is no room for individuals

Big Brother watches every move you make

No room for human thoughts at all

If you object you very life's at stake

So well controlled in eighty four

So well controlled in eighty four

So well controlled in eighty four

So well controlled in eighty four

Nineteen eighty four

Things are run so conveniently

When we stop thinking for ourselves

In the interest of pre-ordained schemes

We play the role while we should rebel

So well controlled in eighty four

So well controlled in eighty four

So well controlled in eighty four

So well controlled in eighty four

Nineteen eighty four

So well controlled in eighty four

So well controlled in eighty four

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Evening of Desire

Somebody Super Like You (Beef Construction Song)

When the Evening Comes

Eve of Destruction

I Want You Dead

Put Your Clothes Back On

All You Need Is Love

So Grim So True So Real