Satelites of empty culture la la la la la
Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun...
Set alight to plastic culture la la la la la
In the correctional facility with my agility i flew out of the window
But i don't know where to go i've really got no-one
Only an aunty who live by the Humber (the bridge)
If she could forgive all the things that i did
She lend us a few quid and let me into her fridge
But she says "there is no doubts about it, you've turned out strange"
But i, i just can't play the game it feels so empty..
Lest we get carried away with this slick display
It's hypnotising normalising subconcious traumatising
But if you don't know your place well it's no disgrace
'Cause we are on a rock and we're floating in space
So get your shit together and pack up your headcase
Well we've seen the glitz and we've watched the tricks
And we're thoroughly entertained
We're primed for consumption and liberated from thinking
But behind the circus is a megalomaniac
(chorus)
Salesmen rule the world, salesmen rule the world
And when their bodies die there's a copyright on their particle form
Salesmen rule the world, salesmen rule the world
Even the greatest minds are pushed aside by the dollar sign
Salesmen rule the world, save us.
-"I love you too"
"You have the strength Winston, you have the whole Party, you are the Party,you're one of us....one of the chosen."
On your I.D card is that picture you ?
The big idea divides me from truth,
For as long as we use each other we will always be divided,
And at the end of every revolution we are back to the start.
On your ID card is that picture you ?
