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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)!! Aus Songtexte Mania