We managed to get rid of the Nazi’s,
and to tear down the communist wall.
So what of the police state that’s Britain,
how far must her subjects now fall? .
C.C.T.V. is the new name for Stalin,
the ‘eye in the sky’ if you please.
To snoop on the great British public,
by our government’s need to spin sleaze.
The housewife that just does her shopping,
the child that is walking to school.
All are caught three hundred times on a camera,
that quietly watch us and rule.
The cameras are perched on each building,
birds of pray with a giant beady eye.
So a man with a joystick at central,
can watch our old liberties die.
If you play in the park with your family,
and your dog does a whoopsy or two,
A megaphone camera will spot you,
and yell out to you, pick up the pooh! .
We’re told that speed cameras are calming,
that they’re doing a wonderful job.
The truth is they’re there to make money;
so the police force can make a few bob.
For the poor man who bimbles at thirty,
and who’s speedo is out by a mile.
The bright flash he sees in the mirror,
makes his stomach acid turn into bile.
If there are more cameras in Britain than people,
could we capture a terrorist cell? .
For the fact is the devil’s among us,
and we’re surely all living in hell.
We’ve created an Orwellian future,
Big brother is here now to stay.
We’ve give birth to a terrible monster,
where human rights simply….. just fade away.
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