Winston Smith Takes It On The Jaw

  We got no razor blades, we got no victory gin
  I got no tiny alcove to hide myself in
  To say things weren't good would not be an untruth
  But I just met a girl from the anti-sex youth
  We get up in the morning for physical jerks
  We might pass in the hall as we're going to work

  I have found us a place where there's no telescreen
  And there's no hidden mikes and it's not too unclean
  While the high remain high
  	and the middle change places
  The low don't want to know they tell all with their faces
  She might sit afront of me for the two minutes hate
  I might see her again if it's not already too late
  So they will take the book away from me
  So let them catch me talking in my sleep
  I guess I never really understood the law
  So Winston Smith takes it on the jaw

  So let's do what we want, it makes no difference now
  When the thought police find us, we're dead anyhow
  Kick us out of the party and bust us to parole
  Then they'll stuff us both into a memory hole
  So let them haul me off to 101
  Public confessions of everything we've done
  Of everything I heard and everything I saw
  When Winston Smith takes it on the jaw

Utopia: Oblivion, POV & Some Trivia
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