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