Lyrics:

They're making you what you are:

Soldiers with no brains

You think (you think) you have a choice

(You don't) Money chooses for you

You play the role

Follow the herd

You play the role

Remote controlled

They scoop it up, shove it down your throat

And you swallow...

You play the role

They have their hands over your ears

You'll never hear the sounds that matter

Brainwashed by repetition

(They open your mind) with a soldering gun

Don't let them tell you what to like

Don't let them tell you what to buy

You see (you hear) what they decide;

Your radio (has got to die)!!