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