They're making you what you are: 

Soldiers with no brains 

You think (you think) you have a choice 

(You don't) Money chooses for you 

You play the role 

Follow the herd 

You play the role 

Remote controlled 

They scoop it up, shove it down your throat 

And you swallow... 

You play the role 

They have their hands over your ears 

You'll never hear the sounds that matter 

Brainwashed by repetition 

(They open your mind) with a soldering gun 

Don't let them tell you what to like 

Don't let them tell you what to buy 

You see (you hear) what they decide; 

Your radio (has got to die)!!