I’m not a puppet to be played with
I don’t dance to the tunes that I hear
I close my ears to make them disappear.
Listen to the orchestra playing
Tunes to hold a person down
Raucous words – a sticky sound
Where my strings have been severed
You can’t control me master conductor
Although you try over and over again
Where the message bores me frightens me
There is nothing that makes me follow you
Because you have not sought my consent
If you had tried then the effort I’d resent
War blasted bodies, to you, I’d present
People sleeping outside near the Palace pavement
The sounds from BBC News sets out to confuse
Not me, I am not a puppet plus I will always refuse
To take part in the Show that drowns lives
In lies, scandals, made up news, drab views
Don’t look at me for cooperation
Don’t treatment me like a puppet
If you do I will string you up binding
Your hands over your ugly face
Pointing a finger at your disgrace.