The last man in europe sat at the pavement cafe
The clock struck thirteen in the middle of the day
Loudspeakers crackling with a marching tunes all day long
With frequent reports of victories that had been won
This was the vision he foresaw
Way way back in 1984
When the ministry of truth had rewritten history
Full of passionate intensity
Black and white had both merged into grey
Leaving only one law to obey
This must be newtopia where ignorance is bliss
Surely no betrayal in this kiss
Everybody equal with no more chosen few
Big brother knows what's best for you