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Undead A Life of Our Own Elected Eve of Destruction Evening of Desire Gimme Your Autograph Hollywood Boulevard I Dont Want to Go I Want You Dead In Eighty Four Invisible Man Lies Misfit My Kinda Town Never Say Die Nightmare No Vices Put Your Clothes Back On Ratt Fink Social Reason The Way We Behave Undead Verbal Abuse We Dont Want the Poor in New York City When the Evening Comes

In Eighty Four lyrics mp3 by Undead (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