She stares at the screen At the little words of green Tries to
remember what to do next There's a trace of frustration
That across her face Searching for the key she should press And
I would help her If I only know how But these things are a
mystery to me too And it seems that the corporate Eyes they are
watching She fears for her job And the moments are passing I
stare at her nametag And think to myself Both you and I, we
never asked For any of this So let's take a walk Up past
the chemical works Where the sky turns green at night And
we'll talk about Getting away from here Some difference
kind of life But even in the freshest mountain air The jet
fighters practise overhead And they're drilling these hills
For uranium deposits And they'll bury the waste For our
children to inherit And though this is all done For our town
benefit, I swear We never asked for any of this This golden age
of communication Means everyone talks at the same time And
liberty just means Some freedom to exploit Any weakness that you
can find Well turn off the TV just for a while Let us whisper to
eachother instead And we'll hope that the Corporate ears Do
not listen Lest we find ourselves committing Some kind of treason
And filed in the tapes Without rhyme, without reason While they
tell us that it's all For our own protection, I swear We
never asked for any of this
Send "225" Ringtone to your Cell 
