Letra de ' File No.1 ' de Twelfth Night

If the thought processes of an individual can be permanently limited
to the point of strict conformity to an outside source of thought, the
said individual need no longer be considered as such the enforcement
of order becomes possible for anybo
dy with enough power to control
what is projected
See?
It's all quite simple.......
This woman's place is in a home
Society has judged
She does not fit official standards
and they cannot be budged
there's something in her eyes that says
the str
uggle's gone too deep
and there's no confort in the thought of
watching acolytes of doubt try hard to fight
their problems out
excess profit has the clout to spread the message
WE ARE SANE NOT INSANE...
she reads about a will to power
in paper
s full of lies
she hears that every time she breathes
some foreign kiddy dies
she's convinved it's her fault
she's tortured by the strain
as words of judgement pour out of the
mouths of those who make their mark by keeping people in the dark
those w
ho bite worse than they bark
are loudly shouting
WE ARE SANE NOT INSANE....
And the chorus says "It's all quite normal la-la-la"
And the chorus says "It's all quite normal la-la-la"
The choruses
are happy as they know no different way except
wh
at they've been told today
Accepting their limited 'truth' and blankly humming
WE ARE SANE
iii)
and we are not to blame
we must protect the claim
Praise those who hold power
they shall save the last hour
using sacred science
they can stamp out de
fiance
wheee...!