Orwell's Nightmare Land

(To the tune of Winter Wonderland
all together now 1,2,3


Ever since, nine eleven,
It's become, a tyrant's heaven,
"SHOW YOUR PAPERS, PLEASE"
Or we'll aim and squeeze,
Living in George Orwell's nightmare land!

While veiwing TV, is keeping you dumb,
Gone away, is your freedom,
You must go along,
To get along,
Living in George Orwell's nightmare land!

Cameras are now on every lamp post,
Tilt your head and take a look around.
Since no one dared to stand up,
And say "No, Man!"
They track and trace you everywhere in town!

Some of us, now conspire,
To resist, and open fire,
Let's face unafraid,
With plans that we made,
Fighting off George Orwell's nightmare land!

Cameras are now on every street pole,
All watched by some bureaucratic clown.
We'll have lots of fun achieving our goal,
Of shooting all those little bastards down!

Now is no time to be chillin',
Hitting back is so thrillin',
We'll frolic and play,
The guerilla way,
Fighting off George Orwell's nightmare land!
Fighting off George Orwell's nightmare land!