Can I take this for granted
With your eyes over me?
In this place, this wintery home
I know there's always someone in

 [bad word] crime,  crime
Nineteen eighty four
Nineteen eighty four

And so I face the wall
Turn my back against it all
How I wish I'd been unborn
Wish I was unliving here

 [bad word] crime,  crime
 [bad word] crime,  crime
Nineteen eighty four
Nineteen eighty four

I'll pull the bricks down
One by one
Leave a big hole in the wall
Just where you are looking in

 [bad word] crime,  crime
Nineteen eighty four
Nineteen eighty four
Nineteen eighty four