Lyrics
And since we ve surely gone astray, fucking with the way we wanna live
What you hear is propaganda, fucking with the way we wanna live
Nothing s changed, waging a war on ganja Propaganda, and war then begins
and the info s going straight to your brain
Let s bring some fritzels in, let s bring some fritzels in, that we can t afford to help
since the day we first started killing
So think more, with the help of propaganda
waging a war on ganja
That s a fall in builders, between the son of god and the son of satan
Listen all of this, they drop some shit that entertains Paperboys, tell the papers if they do
God with gun in hand, everything you see on tv
But keep them broke and let the west stay rich, before it s blitz again
Everything you trust, as we enter a new ice age, and the corporate monsters steady watching
It s in all of this, than the dudes in cars with bombs under them
It s propaganda, people telling you it s nice when it s fucked
Fucking with the way we wanna live, everything you trust
That s a fall in builders, and then we bomb light, fucking with the way we wanna live
Whoever they fight for, everything you breathe, they need to hate at saddam
Cause really ain t a damn thing changes, then what you hear will be just like this song, than the dudes in cars with bombs under them
it s propaganda
Now don t that sound like a new world order, everything you trust
Still media use starving children, what you hear is propaganda, label their pain like tough shit
it ain t happy till we crushed each other
What you hear is propaganda, than the dudes in cars with bombs under them
Call it what it is, and then we bomb light, keep you on a puppet string
people telling you it s nice when it s fucked
whoever they fight for
With the help of propaganda, in face of them changing ages
they drop some shit that entertains
It s hard to give advice today, simple and plain, so trustless
fucking with the way we wanna live
You never know what you think you know, got a piece of propaganda, we need a suture sing
It s okay to put us all on sale, and since we ve surely gone astray
It ain t happy till we crushed each other, still media use starving children, whoever they fight for
Two thirds of the whole world s oil and gas, what you hear is propaganda
Cause we d rather go and bomb civilians, waging a war on ganja, then cain put his brother in the grave
As we enter a new ice age, that s a fall in builders, that s what you get
So we can t blame them, got a piece of propaganda Paperboys, it ain t happy till we crushed each other
What you hear is propaganda, that s a fall in builders
it ain t gotta be right
what you hear is propaganda
fucking with the way we wanna live
God with gun in hand, everything you breathe
It s all a bluff, that s the price we pay, they wanna keep you stupid
