@TheStupendium

1 year ago

LYRICS: VERSE 1: It’s my pleasure to welcome you To your new home in apartment two With one bedroom and a splendid view Just don’t forget when the rent is due We expect all residents to Abide by tenancy rules Keep quiet, keep clean, keep telling the truth Present evidence of any elements who Have better to do than to comply With our societal requirements Those who stay in line Might just survive until retirement Pay no mind as I enquire just Why the other night you went To the laundry room to hide An item in the dryer, friend? This block is state-provided And you’d be wise to be grateful Side with every regulation and you’ll find food on the table It’s not a state, provided You find decadence is wasteful It’s been perfect since the state decided What décor is tasteful As property manager my job is sorting the utilities Disposal of the garbage and the laundering facilities Why would I compile a full report on your activities? I’m just a standard landlord… Glory to the Ministry CHORUS: Lock the doors and close the curtains, hold your breath lest you should speak your sins But you can’t keep a secret from the building that you keep it in Befriend your fellow tenants, show a smile and keep it pleasant But know everyone’s a friend until you need to turn some people in It’s the breathing on the phone hiding just beneath the tone It’s the things that shift when no one’s home Well, you may be on your own but you’ll never be alone Yes, we all live here, but it’s no one’s home VERSE 2: To get through the day, It behoves you to play by the rules and behave Do the state preapprove all the tunes that you play? When alone in a room, well to whom do you pray? Assume that your neighbours are moving away When the black van comes in the night And you’re numb to the sight Of another one fumbling for somewhere to hide As their wife just runs for their life ‘Fore the ones with the guns can arrive And they’re gone ‘fore the sun can arise To a government provided bunker for some realignment It’s just fine, you can trust it’s a wonderful time Just go about your business normally No one’s following, I’m not recording Your paranoia is awfully boring According to all of your friends that talk to me Most importantly please speak clear when you’re broadcasting Your honest thoughts on the law or economy My provided mics are tiny And I can’t transcribe properly Should you ever behold Me with my peepers pressed to a keyhole You can trust I’m just checking the tumblers for rust I’m a custodian not a Ministry mole Settle in for a night on the couch No questioning what that red light is about Now bleeping on your ceiling since the time you went out It’s just a little gaslighting, put aside any doubts You’re fine in your house so confide to your spouse any crimes carried out Any tiny amount of new ideas found just a mite out of bounds ‘Cause I’m writing them down in a timestamped account What’s it matter, every night or two? If I sneak in, have a rifle through But depending what I find well you’ll Be faced with another kind of rifle too Privacy is the cry of the Defiant to compliancy But grease my palm and I might not see Those books they banned from the libraries What do you mean that that’s not yours? It appeared one night in your cabinet drawers? I have to report it, I regret But of course, I could forget Societal ideals are reliably pliable So the rise of a tyrant becomes entirely viable You’ll find that the spying is really quite justifiable Why are you crying when it’s your blind eye that’s liable? Handy landlord here to fix your ventilation whistling Too many questions and it’s not the air that needs conditioning That telephone’s not tampered with Of course it isn’t listening But were it, it prefers the words: ‘Glory to the Ministry’ CHORUS: Lock the doors and close the curtains, hold your breath lest you should speak your sins But you can’t keep a secret from the building that you keep it in Befriend your fellow tenants, show a smile and keep it pleasant But know everyone’s a friend until you need to turn some people in It’s the breathing on the phone hiding just beneath the tone It’s the things that shift when no one’s home Well, you may be on your own but you’ll never be alone Yes, we all live here, but it’s no one’s home

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