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(Words and Music : Alf Davies)
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I'll tell you a story, for that is my role May be a tall one, may not even fit into the whole I am a warrior, an ancient of fame Fought with the Trojans, Goths and Vandals trembled at my name A war-weary general, mercenary pure In every battle, I participate and I endure I'm propaganda, constant of war Say it again now, I have said it many times before |
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And I can justify any action, any lie I can dress the Devil up so fine Name the place and time, and who it is must die I can make arrangements down the line Among my kind |
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I travel on wires, and work from behind I make the myths now, I have redefined the real front line Adaptive to changes, cowboy of tech Guided by lasers, weakness I am certain to detect I'm propaganda, timeless and great You think you control me, I have appetites you cannot sate I'm propaganda, deceitful and bold Give me a run-down, then you do exactly as you're told |
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And I can justify any action, any lie I can dress the Devil up so fine Name the place and time, and who it is must die I can make arrangements down the line Among my kind |
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