(Steele, Natz, Blanck)    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 thougts at all  If you object you 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