Propaganda By The Deed

Propaganda By The Deed Lyrics

Dad still lives in the town where he was born
Says he's got nowhere else to go
He's been working the same job since 1962
Knows everything he'll never need to know
Everyday at five he'd come home from the plant
He'd pull up and honk his horn
He'd go in the kitchen and come out with a beer
Then unbutton his uniform
And I never understood the expression on his face
But finally it's making sense to me
"Cause when grandpa passed away I inherited his clothes
And a job down at the factory
Living second rate, working second shift
And somehow twenty years went by
I ended up like dad, in the town where I was born
And I'll never question why