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She stares at the screen, at the little words of green

Tries to do remember what to do next

There's a trace of frustration that crosses her face

Searching for the key she should press

And I would help her if I only knew how

But these things are a mystery to me too

And it seems that the Corporate eyes they are watching

She fears for her job and the moments are passing

I stare at her nametag and I think to myself

Both you and I, we never asked for any of this

So let's take a walk up past the chemical works

Where the sky turns green at night

And we'll talk about getting away from here

Some different kind of life

But even in the freshest mountain air

The jet fighters practise overhead

And they're drilling these hills for uranium deposits

And they'll bury the waste for our children to inherit

And though this is all done for our own benefit

I swear we never asked for any of this

This golden age of communication

Means everyone talks at the same time

And liberty just means the freedom to exploit

Any weakness that you can find

Turn off the TV just for a while

Let us whisper to each other instead

And we'll hope that the Corporate ears do not listen

Lest we find ourselves committing some kind of treason

And filed in the tapes without rhyme, without reason

While they tell us that it's all for our own protection

I swear we never asked for any of this