The washing machine is running
With all our brains inside
Getting a good old washing
From the Media powder on the side
The box says use two scoopfuls
How much more cr*p do our brains require
Surely if they’re washed some more
They will not be able to enquire
Our thoughts are rinsed away
Then the softener hits us hard
Making us believe in lies
The truth for us is marred
We are each and everybody
Brainwashed every passing day
By the Media and Politicians
As we work to earn their pay
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