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Radio, TV and magazines

Tellin' you how to be to make the scene

It's all black and white no grey matter in between

And the megalithic media with feet of clay

Suck to the people so the ratings pay

Never give a care who's caught in the ricochet

Every picture paints a thousand lies

And the airways amplify

Propaganda Machine

With its slanderous schemes

Propaganda Machine

The lies between the lines

Smooth guy standin' at a pick-up bar

Flashin' cash like a movie star

Tellin' everyone he's got a brand new car

It's a Porsche, of course

But he'd never admit he's got a hell of a life

Workin' hard payin' off his third ex-wife

Never the time to enjoy the things he'd like to do

Money can't but a long term smile

It's just a lie propagated by

Tells you what to think and what to say

And everything is all O.K.

But we're all victims of the machine

Tells you what to do what point of view to take

To make you mass-produced

One more prisoner of the machine

Petty politicians playin' schoolboy games

The fallacy of weapons takin' deadly aim

Huffin' and puffin' now it's all in the name

Of what's best ... they guess

So they wave us goodbye and they wish us luck

Which is just like sayin' you can all get lost

Hang the cost if the machine keeps makin' bucks

And the big boys jump at every chance

To do another dance for the