The Undead - In Eighty Four lyrics

(Steele, Natz, Blanck) 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 thougts 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