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)!!