Propoganda

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