Nineteen Eighty Bore Lyrics - Christ The Album - Crass

Who needs lobotomy when we've got the ITV 

Who needs ECT when there's good old BBC? 

Switch on the set, light up the screen 

Fantasise and dream about what you might have been 

Who needs controlling when they've got the cathode ray 

They've got your fucking soul, now they'll fuse your brains away 

Mindless fucking morons sit before the set 

Being fed the mindless rubbish they deserve to get 

Can't switch off big brother, they've lost all will to act 

Lost in drab confusion, was it fiction, was it fact? 

Another plastic bullet stuns another Irish child 

But no-one's really bothered, no, the telly keeps them mild 

They've lost all sense of feeling to the every hungry glow 

Drained of any substance by the vicious telly blow 

No longer know what's real or ain't, slowly going blind 

They stare into the goggle box while the world goes by, behind 

The Angels are on T.V. tonight, grey puke fucking shit 

They army occupy Ireland, but the boot will never fit 

Was it Coronation Street? Or was it Londonderry? 

Oh it doesn't fucking matter, Paul Daniels'll keep us merry 

Yes, I've heard of Bobby Sands, wasn't it Emmerdale Farm? 

Yes, that's right, he was kicked by a cow 

I hope it didn't do him no harm 

And wasn't the Holocaust terrible, good thing it wasn't for real 

Of course I've heard of H-Block, it's the baccy with man appeal 

Deeper and deeper and deeper, layer upon layer 

Illusion, confusion, is there anyone left who can care? 

Yes, the Abbey National cares for you 

Nat West, and Securicor 

Well brings out the Branston bren-guns 

Let's spice it up some more 

The Sweeney are cruising Brixton, created another Belfast 

And J.R.'s advising Thatcher on lighting, make up and cast 

A thousand camera lenses point at the people's pain 

As millions of mindless morons watch the action replay again 

Action replay again 

Softly, softly, into your life, you're held in it's brilliant glow 

Softly, softly, feeding itself on the you you'll never know 

You're life's reduced to nothing, but an empty media game 

Big Brother ain't watching you mate, you're fucking watching him