the last man in europe sat at the pavement cafe
the clock struck thirteen in the middle of the day
loudspeakers crackling with a marching tunes all day long
with frequent reports of victores that had been won

this was the vision he farsaw
way way back in 1984

when the ministry of truth had rewritten history
full of passionate intensity
black and white had both marged into grey
leaving only one law to obey

this must be newtopia where ignorance is bliss
surely no betrayal in this kiss

everybody equal with no more chosen few
if brother knows what's best for you