Propaganda
Sex Gang Children Lyrics

In the Fatherland! In Disneyland! Or all England?
Whether it's in a fascist state, a fake utopia, or a country torn by class war.

They say religion, the wounded pigeon, is back in fashion
They say that, once again, a faith that's been battered and bruised is in vogue.

I said you're joking, you must be smoking 'some kind of thing'
I said you're kidding, you can't be serious about this trend.

Take Las Vegas in a cab take a stab all or nothing
Take a chance on life, on love, on luck, even if it could all come crashing down.

With ice cold hands your solitude stays with me
I feel the chill of loneliness, it's palpable, it's infectious.

Give me concrete and steel, wake up and make believe
Give me the tangible and the man-made, shake me out of my stupor to start dreaming again.

Mickey Mouse on the bed, all in my head
The imagined fantasies of childhood have stuck with me, even in adulthood.

Give me Jesus in the arena going down nice and dirty
Let me see the Savior in a gladiatorial battle, not some sanitized image of piety.

Where Man is mortal, God is always clean. I fell from the sky
Humanity is flawed, but the divine is untarnished. I was once innocent and pure.

I was born in a bed, is it right to ask why, all in my head?
I was brought into this world in a state of vulnerability and uncertainty, with questions and doubts already looming in my thoughts.

Honesty and poverty are strangers to me
Truthfulness and modesty don't come naturally to me.

Humanity is what I used to be
I feel like I used to possess the qualities of being human, but have since lost them.

The mediocre have taken over
People who lack ambition or creativity now run the show.

Propaganda!
The indoctrination and manipulation of the masses through media and messages.

I am a cow, I am a horse, where truth is a stranger
I feel like an animal, driven by primal instincts, in a world where honesty is rare.

Where neighbours on the payroll shoot me down nice and dirty
Where people who are supposed to be my community are hired to take shots at me.

Infra red on the wall which one of us will fall?
A camera is watching us, marking us, judging us, as we contend against each other.

So free me from the Preachies, save me from myself
Liberate me from the hypocritical moralizers, deliver me from my own demons.

Eat a Fuck-Mac stew my brain, Soylent Green once again!
Consume junk food until I'm numb, living in a world that thrives on lies and exploitation.

Mea culpa! Mea ultima culpa!
My fault! My final fault! I accept full responsibility for my actions and their consequences.

Psycho siege urban whine, at the end of the line
The insanity of modern life, its noise and chaos, at a point of no return.

Do you hate or do you feel?
Have you given up on love and empathy or do you still have them in your heart?

Feed your head. Strangelove in Jakarta, or is it the Metric Martyr?
Enrich your mind and soul with new experiences. Is it Stanley Kubrick's satire or the plight of Steven Thorpe?

Praise the women who kill, feed your head
Admire the fierce and fearless women who bring justice or vengeance. Keep exploring and learning.

I kiss the Saints that are dead,
I honor the holy ones who've gone before us.

I kiss the Witches in their bed
I celebrate the wise and magical women who've defied patriarchy.

Taste the blood if it's real, feed your head
Don't shy away from the dark and brutal aspects of life, embrace them with courage and curiosity.

Bless the bed I lay upon, bless the Angels around my head
Protect and bless the place of rest for my weary body, and thank the divine spirits that watch over me.

Shudder me if I'm wrong, but hear my breath
Tell me if my beliefs or actions are misguided, but listen to my words nonetheless.