i got my propaganda 
i got revisionism 

Wanted to cap somebody
    Wanted to buck em' down
    Wanted to pull the trigger
    Just to hear the [bad word] 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
    You've got my claim to fame
    I got the right to say
    I'm fighting under Jesus' name
    I see the .45's
    But I wont act surprised
    Lost my faith along the way
    And found myself believing your lies