I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
I got my violence in hi-def

Wanted to pop somebody
Wanted to buck 'em down
Wanted to pull the trigger just to hear the fucking sound
I got my propaganda
I get my cable free
I hang it from my neck and go to work from tree to tree
It's gotta be the poison
They're putting in my food
It takes me by the brain and marks me to my every move
I try to change the channel
The channel's changing me
I take the cup and prop it up before I start to pee

I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism
I stumble from the toilet
I'm sprawled across the floor
I feel my head expand beyond the room, beyond the door
I'm in an oval office
In an electric chair
I sign my name beneath the claim that I don't really care
I got survivalism
I got my claim to fame
I got the right to say I'm fighting in the Jesus name
I see the .45's
But I won't act surprised
Lost my faith along the way and found myself believing your lies

I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
I got my violence in hi-def

All a part of this great nation
All a part of this great nation
All a part of this great nation
All a part of this great nation
I got my propaganda
I got revisionism
I got my violence in hi-def ultra-realism
All a part of this great nation
I got my fist
I got my plan
I got survivalism