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She stares at the screen, at the little words of green Tries to remember what to do next There's a trace of frustration that crosses her face Searching through the keys she should press But I would help her if I only know how But these things are a mystery to me too And it seems to the corporate eyes they are watching She fears for her job and the moments they are passing I stare at her name tag and I think to myself Both you and I, we never asked for any of this Let's take a walk up past the chemical works Where the sky turns green at night We'll talk about not getting away from here Some different kind of life But even in the freshest mountain air Oh, the jet fighters practice overhead And they're drilling these hills for uranium deposits And they'll bury the waste for our children to inherit Though this is all done for our own benefit I swear we never asked for any of this Well, this golden age of communication Means everyone just talks at the same time And liberty just means the freedom to exploit Any weakness that you can find Turn off the TV just for a while Let us whisper to each other instead And we'll hope that the corporate ears do not listen Lest we find ourselves committing some kind of treason And filed in the tapes without rhyme, without reason While they tell us that it's all for our own protection I swear we never asked for any of this Oh, I swear we never asked, not for any of this Oh, I swear we never asked for any of this Oh, I swear we never asked for any of this Oh, I swear