| Just another lie
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| On a different day
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| Something to believe in
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| For evil to embrace
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| And to feast on, bad ideals
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| Just to wipe out all these infidels
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| Propaganda man
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| Propaganda man
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| In a sorry state
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| Forlorn man
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| Practicing his faith
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| That you don’t understand
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| Looks for answers, material
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| He’ll wait until time in memorial
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| Propaganda man
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| Life alone is no match for dreams
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| Looking through the mist
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| Will not allow you to see clear
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| Why owe, a debt to your soul
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| You will always reap what you have sewn
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| Propaganda man
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| Propaganda man
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| Propaganda man
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| When life’s door is closed in your face
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| And you have taken steps
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| To wipe out all the human race
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| Wash away the blood from off your soul
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| Let it flow into the promised land
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| Of propaganda man, propaganda man
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| Propaganda man
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| Propaganda man Just another lie
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| On a different day
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| Something to believe in
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| For evil to embrace
|
| And to feast on, bad ideals
|
| Just to wipe out all these infidels
|
| Propaganda man
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| Propaganda man
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| In a sorry state
|
| Forlorn man
|
| Practicing his faith
|
| That you don’t understand
|
| Looks for answers, material
|
| He’ll wait until time in memorial
|
| Propaganda man
|
| Life alone is no match for dreams
|
| Looking through the mist
|
| Will not allow you to see clear
|
| Why owe, a debt to your soul
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| You will always reap what you have sewn
|
| Propaganda man
|
| Propaganda man
|
| Propaganda man
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| When life’s door is closed in your face
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| And you have taken steps
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| To wipe out all the human race
|
| Wash away the blood from off your soul
|
| Let it flow into the promised land
|
| Of propaganda man, propaganda man
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| Propaganda man
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| Propaganda man |