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But it's shit we don't see it though we watch it on the tellyEvery dayWe give our heroes license to kill in realityJust like on TVAnd we wish we were in his shoes 'cos he gets all the girlsTreats them as propertyA pile of shit we don't see it, though we watch it on tellyEvery dayThat's an electrode in our front rooms a house plantPumping in signalsOnly five feet from being an implantPumping in signalsHow often do we leave it switched on?Channel S.H.1.T.How often do we sit there switched off?Staring at it blindly?Jane's dad closed the book'Not another peep out of you tonight,' he whispered'It's not fair,' thought Jane, 'why's it always the boys who get to do the exciting things?' From Letras Mania