British Colonialism And The Bbc Lyrics - Chumbawamba

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