Media

Here we go again: the same old lies again

The empty words again, the pigs can fly again

From Wall Street to your heart

Neon Hollywood lights the dark,

Hear the bleating of the sheep

At the jokes of a media creep

And there's nothing I can say

See a world of tanks, ruled by a world of banks

Turn up you TV set, forget the chains of debt

See it all go down the drain

Switch channels, do you think it'll change?

Lapping prole food in the sun

Hail the masses-ugly and dumb

And there's nothing I can say