hopefully Vic won't have to write songs like this much longer...

[rudejetset]

So, tell me more about my situation
and evil men who are coming for my Nation
and evil forces who are coming for my freedom.
Secret Congress, nobody ever see them for propaganda.
Cuz if somebody wants to make a confrontation
they will get no play on your radio station.
And they will get no time on the television,
words' been sent down from an owner of corporation.
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT I KNOW:
When your Congress Men to your President, are all business men just scheming.
And telling who's your enemy and who's your friend.
I'm not sure that I'd believe them.
The streetside posters are encouraging me peeping
to afford my local terrorist and the company they're keeping.
Who are they, in Guantanamo bay, sir?
'Cause there ain't no names and no crimes written in my paper.
The racial prisioner, who is wondering what his charge is,
secret meetings in Taxi Cab garages.
Propaganda, it's everywhere I go,You know,
the propaganda Man, it's on my radio,Propaganda, it's everywhere I go.Hey,
mister, mister please, c'mon tell me what you
know?Hey, mister,can tell me what you know?