My life's full of problems
And I dive in headfirst
These days are packed with commitments
I should learn to follow the rhythm
I drive around, I move on my own
With no wheels it's better, or rather, worse
Immigrants steal the jobs
Italians steal the parking spots
At the office my boss treats me like he's never seen me before
He calls me Riccardo but I'm Fabrizio, so I lose my self-esteem too
He complains and says, "Too many taxes, I have to fire you, bye, see you"
We need someone to save the country, so I could live in peace, let's hope
What's happening around? I'll show you how it's done
Holy imagination, I've lost the keys to the city
Elections are magic, we're the champs at making promises
I spend the winter keeping you calm
I look for summer down here in the city
And so yeah, propaganda, propaganda
There's nothing I lack anymore
And so yeah, propaganda, propaganda
The answer to each of your questions
Finally someone who speaks for me
Finally someone who thinks about the people
Who promises to let me sleep peacefully
Finally someone who seems honest to me
Among so many corrupt ones
Someone who looks like me
Who on TV speaks my language
Who defends all those values
Italian ones, like the family
Someone like me who doesn't act stuck-up
Who you respect like someone in uniform
Even if he's split Italy a bit
Watch out, look, here he is, he's coming
What's happening around? I'll show you how it's done
Holy imagination, I've lost the keys to the city
Elections are magic, we're the champs at making promises
I spend the winter keeping you calm
I look for summer down here in the city
And so yeah, propaganda, propaganda
There's nothing I lack anymore
And so yeah, propaganda, propaganda
The answer to each of your questions
Years have passed and everything's still the same as before
I'm still unemployed and with even less self-esteem
I turn on the TV, a politician's talking, seems interesting, let's listen a bit
He makes a thousand promises, people watch him, I'm sure I'll vote for him next time
And so yeah, propaganda, propaganda
There's nothing I lack anymore
And so yeah, propaganda, propaganda
The answer to each of your questions
What big eyes I have
What a nice hoodie I have
And so yeah, propaganda, propaganda