[Verse 1]
I keep talking to the microphone
The microphone, the microphone
But it's like talking to a wall of brick
It makes me sick, it makes me sick
And tired of trying to tell the microphone
It doesn't seem to know

[Chorus]
That it's owned
It doesn't know it's owned
It doesn't know

[Verse 2]
A voice is speaking from beyond the grave
From in a cave, beyond the grave
The turning wheels of a cassette machine
Will reenact the buried fact
The dog who hears it cannot understand
His master's turned to sand

[Chorus]
And he's free
He doesn't see he's free
He doesn't see