Propaganda Lyrics – Sex Gang Children
Singer: Sex Gang Children
Title: Propaganda
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
Propaganda
Propaganda
Propaganda
Propaganda
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
Infrared on the wall, which one of us will fall?
Propaganda
Propaganda
Propaganda
So free me from the preachies, save me from myself
Eat a f#ck-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
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