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

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 this mass-deception
Fighting to scrap the pass-laws
Fighting to end misuse of land
Fighting to close down diamond mines
Fighting to feed their hungry mouths
Fighting to change the world

And here, we sit on a fence
Built by distance and enforced by lies
Is a full stomach all it takes
To keep us pacified