PROPAGANDA Defending this corruption on which you are sat You tell me what to think, you tell me this and that Freedom is O.K. you scum but make sure it`s never used In your defence of liberty I always stand accused And your shadow in the sun always give a shock While the hate mail rises like some kind of moral rock Propaganda, you scare me to death Propaganda, you scare me to death I know you want to lock me up and see justice done You say get the army in, you hope that day will come You will give me something to think about right between my eyes Then you`ll see your freedom the day that freedom dies I can't see many reds underneath my bed But the fascists in the letter-box are messing up my head You tell me I've got rights, the same for rich and poor But you're behind the police when they`re knocking down my door
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