The Formula - Rupert Hine

It’s an interview

But it’s a second take

There’s a questioner

But your mind’s at stake

It’s a room designed

For propaganda’s sake

He’s a rich man now

There’s no escape

You can’t take it where you’re going

You can’t take things where you are

… you can’t take it with you

Let’s break down the formula

Let’s switch off the set

…and be glad we finally met

I could crash… my car

Through your screen

I could take a match… to your empire

And teach you how to dream

You open the door

Let me into your home

You show me how you cry

You tell me how you scream

And how you watch

When you’re alone

You can choose any channel

From your chair

But I’ve got a better idea

… tear up the guide

Rip down the aerial

Let’s play real life

Let’s play real life instead…