| Television screams, your face turning green,
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| Don’t listen to the news,
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| Don’t know what you hear, they never make it clear,
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| They like to keep your state confused,
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| Propaganda time, the official line,
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| You’re hungry, you get fed,
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| Everlasting smile, you must convey their style,
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| But they’re just a Talking Head
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| Television voice don’t give you any choice,
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| You only hear the man,
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| Don’t take them in, you don’t know where they been,
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| 'Cos it’s a complex plan,
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| They keep you nice and quiet, even control your diet,
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| You’re hungry you get fed,
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| Teach you to be meek, 'til all you are is weak,
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| 'Til you’re just a Talking Head
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| Television screams, this ought to be a dream,
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| Remember what I say,
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| Don’t be hypnotised by sugar coated lies,
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| Don’t switch it on today,
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| It’s the way things are, from that pickle jar,
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| You’re hungry you get fed,
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| But if you play the game, you become the same,
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| Another Talking Head |