Defending this corruption on which you are sat   You tell me what to think, you tell me this and that   `Freedom is O.K. you scum` but make sure it`s never used   In your defence of liberty I always stand accused      And your shadow in the sun always give a shock   While the hate mail rises like some kind of moral rock   Propaganda, you scare me to death   Propaganda, you scare me to death      I know you want to lock me up and see justice done   You say get the army in, you hope that day will come   You will give me something to think about Right between my eyes   Then you`ll see your freedom the day that freedom dies      I can`t see many reds underneath my bed   But the fascists in the letter-box are messing up my head   You tell me I`ve got rights, the same for rich and poor   But you`re behind the police when they`re knocking down my door