Utopia - Winston Smith Takes It On The Jaw |
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Winston Smith Takes It On The Jaw
Utopia We got no razor blades, we got no victory gin But I just met a girl from the anti I got no tiny alcove to hide myself in To say things weren't good would not be an untruth We might pass in the hall as we're going to work I have found us a place where there's no telescreen We get up in the morning for physical jerks While the high remain high and the middle change places And there's no hidden mikes and it's not too unclean She might sit afront of me for the two minutes hate The low don't want to know they tell all with their faces So they will take the book away from me I might see her again if it's not already too late I guess I never really understood the law So let them catch me talking in my sleep So let's do what we want, it makes no difference now So Winston Smith takes it on the jaw When the thought police find us, we're dead anyhow Kick us out of the party and bust us to parole Then they'll stuff us both into a memory hole Of everything I heard and everything I saw Public confessions of everything we've done So let them haul me off to 101 When Winston Smith takes it on the jaw |
