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