They got me on the tele-screen
The Thought Police are at my back door
I can't protest, I can't scream
So well controlled in eighty four

So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four

There is no room for individuals
Big Brother watches every move you make
No room for human thoughts at all
If you object, your very life's at stake

So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
Nineteen eighty four

Things are run so conveniently
When we stop thinking for ourselves
In the interest of pre-ordained schemes
We play the role while we should rebel

So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
Nineteen eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four
So well controlled in eighty four