Big Brother

We are one in a million

We are one and the same

Like buildings of our generation,

They're in our name

They'll censor it with a whistle now

While back in 1952

The mercy of our mother

There is nothing left to do

It's only human nature

Pollutes temptation

We have reserved bookings

For the fathers of our nation

His thing's gone too far

We're entirely described

The peeling microwavers

And a telescopic eye

Intimate dimension keeping

Perfect track of time

The rolling mass of thunder

On a simulated line

We are all one

It can't be undone

Were stuck

There's no future!

If I had my way

I would fly far away,

Where no one else could find me

And build a home

I could call my very own

The way it was supposed to be