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