We can provide everything
Your little heart's desire
Just sit back, relax
And put your feet up by the fire
Turn on your TV
And let us in your home
We'll bombard you with bullshit
You'll never be alone
Oh yeah, it's really here
World domination from your armchair
Role models for us to follow
Are paraded on the screen
Advert, advert, you've lapped 'em up
Possessions now your dreams
You can surf the Internet
Computers are really cool
You can watch child porn
No need to go to school
Science fiction? Reality?
It's getting hard to tell
They say it's new, clean, and fresh
But it's got a familiar smell
It's a smell that I have smelt
A thousand times before
The stench of bullshit
Death and lies all protected by the law