| Radio, TV and magazines
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| Tellin' you how to be to make the scene
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| It’s all black and white no grey matter in between
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| And the megalithic media with feet of clay
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| Suck to the people so the ratings pay
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| Never give a care who’s caught in the ricochet
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| Every picture paints a thousand lies
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| And the airways amplify
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| Propaganda Machine
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| With its slanderous schemes
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| Propaganda Machine
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| The lies between the lines
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| Smooth guy standin' at a pick-up bar
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| Flashin' cash like a movie star
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| Tellin' everyone he’s got a brand new car
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| It’s a Porsche, of course
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| But he’d never admit he’s got a hell of a life
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| Workin' hard payin' off his third ex-wife
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| Never the time to enjoy the things he’d like to do
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| Money can’t but a long term smile
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| It’s just a lie propagated by
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| Tells you what to think and what to say
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| And everything is all O.K.
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| But we’re all victims of the machine
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| Tells you what to do what point of view to take
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| To make you mass-produced
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| One more prisoner of the machine
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| Petty politicians playin' schoolboy games
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| The fallacy of weapons takin' deadly aim
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| Huffin' and puffin' now it’s all in the name
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| Of what’s best … they guess
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| So they wave us goodbye and they wish us luck
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| Which is just like sayin' you can all get lost
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| Hang the cost if the machine keeps makin' bucks
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| And the big boys jump at every chance
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| To do another dance for the |