Lyrics
I'm the boss of the BBC
I'm the monkey at the top of the media tree
Your version of the riots in Cape Town comes second hand from me
Chewing and spewing this revolution for popular TV
All your opinions are carefully chosen by what we'll let you see
Televised crap dressed up as fact, your soap reality
We only want a chance to show the Editor's side of struggle in the news
Closer and closer to the state's eye view and further from the truth
Push a microphone to the mouth of this youth, bewildered and confused
Misreported, distorted, misquoted, a ready-made victim to be used
And we'll quote you on things that you never said
Put this pencil to your head, kill your revolution dead
TV tells us what to be and what to say and what to do
How to act and how to lie but never question why?
Fighting to stop the mass-deception (and we are)
Fighting to scrap the pass laws (and we are)
Fighting to end the misuse of land (and we are)
Fighting to close down diamond mines (and we are)
Fighting to feed their hungry mouths (and we are)
Fighting to change the world (and we are)
We sit on the fence built by distance and enforced by lies
Is a full stomach all it takes to keep us pacified?
Next time your stomach talks to you, you better listen
Hot dog (who?)
I'm the hot dog (who's that?)