They're making you what you are:
Soldiers with no brains
You think (you think) you have a choice
(You don't) Money chooses for you

[Chorus]
(You play the role)
Follow the herd
(You play the role)
Remote controlled
They scoop it up, shove it down your throat
And you swallow...
You play the role

They have their hands over your ears
You'll never hear the sounds that matter
Brainwashed by repetition
(They open your mind) with a soldering gun

[Chorus x2]

Don't let them tell you what to like
Don't let them tell you what to buy
You see (you hear) what they decide;
Your radio (has got to die)!!

[Chorus x2]

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