Born in MCMLXXXIV Video (MV)

I was born in nineteen eighty-four
Ain't nothing but a Gregorian number
Landlocked in the year of the Ford
Bankrupt in the motor town
Stranglehold on the umbilical cord

I was born in nineteen eighty-four
Cyborg orphan, bored of the porridge
Dad is a lab
And mom got her test tubes tied
I want roots; I want fruits; I wanna have a smörgåsbord

I was born in nineteen eighty-four
If you've heard this one before, that's alright, you can just ignore it
It feels nice to get number; it's so much fun
And yet it's quite a conundrum; I need a condom for my eardrum
Decompress, defense against the loudness war

Big brother's got an older step sister
She's gonna stamp all over his face
Till his story ceases to exist
Till his future gets erased

I was born in nineteen eighty-four
Is this the real life or sci-fi? Mystery? Horror?
I've got a secret - I've got news for ya
You see, in some multiverses, if you're keeping score
History gets written by the Victorias