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Thought police –CCTV branch


Thought police –CCTV branch

Its cold and rainy wet in that other world outside
But here it's nice and warm like a luxury hunting hide:
I'm standing on the gallery, the control room for this job,
I'm trying to get comfy 'cos I'm a comfy sort of slob.
The graveyard shift is starting as we settle for the night
Carrying out our duty ‘til the early morning light;
The kids are fairly quiet as its not quite time for bed
Yet some of them are sleeping and some already dead.
There's a woman in the west after a drunken type of roam
Who by luck more than judgment has finally staggered home
The cigarette  between her fingers will probably burn her deep
Before the mounting pain finally penetrates her sleep
Or perhaps the burning furniture in an ironic type of joke
Will see she never wakens, just one too many smokes.

They are eating chips a plenty but not a lot of fish
Curried chicken is it seems the newly favoured dish
There's heaps of couples kissing and working up to sex
And one or two inventive games with leather and latex
A sea extends before me of semi-naked flesh
But after all these months there's really nothing fresh
On this normal Saturday night how many will conceive
Giving some the final stimulus to make the break and leave
Creating  another  one parent family with all the pent up hate
From the mother and the child that can come with that estate.
Though violence doesn't bother us – such an awful mess
And why should we fuss over one prole more or less
We are ever vigilant; crimes rates are coming down
Now we know where to find you whatever part of town

We're the thought police and we're with you, watching 7/24
Your every little move behind your every single door
We are here to serve the masters, we are here to preserve
We are here to administer the justice that the proles deserve
When will the people realise that  their very life is seen
By me and my companions from through their TV screen.
Big Brother is already watching
Big Brother is here and now
And we'll all learn humility
Big brother will show us how
Its cold and rainy wet in that other world outside
But here it's nice and warm like a luxury hunting hide:
I'm standing on the gallery, the control room for this job,
I'm trying to get comfy 'cos I'm a comfy sort of slob.








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