Propaganda

歌詞

In the Fatherland! In Disneyland! Or all England? They say religion, the wounded pigeon, is back in fashion I said you're joking, you must be smoking 'some kind of thing' Take Las Vegas in a cab take a stab all or nothing With ice cold hands your solitude stays with me Give me concrete and steel, wake up and make believe Mickey Mouse on the bed, all in my head Give me Jesus in the arena going down nice and dirty Where Man is mortal, God is always clean. I fell from the sky I was born in a bed, is it right to ask why, all in my head? Honesty and poverty are strangers to me Humanity is what I used to be The mediocre have taken over Propaganda! I am a cow, I am a horse, where truth is a stranger Where neighbours on the payroll shoot me down nice and dirty Infra red on the wall which one of us will fall? So free me from the Preachies, save me from myself Eat a Fuck-Mac stew my brain, Soylent Green once again! Mea culpa! Mea ultima culpa! Psycho siege urban whine, at the end of the line Do you hate or do you feel? Feed your head. Strangelove in Jakarta, or is it the Metric Martyr? Praise the women who kill, feed your head I kiss the Saints that are dead, I kiss the Witches in their bed Taste the blood if it's real, feed your head Bless the bed I lay upon, bless the Angels around my head Shudder me if I'm wrong, but hear my breath