Propaganda drops us into the chaotic routine of an average Italian who is swamped by work, bills, traffic, and the absurd clichés tossed around on TV. Fabri Fibra jokes about immigrants “stealing jobs” and Italians “stealing parking spots”, his boss forgetting his name, and politicians who promise miracles every election season. It is a lively snapshot of frustration where reality feels like a never-ending sitcom and the hero everyone waits for never shows up.
The chorus flips that frustration into satire: “Yes, propaganda, propaganda… finally someone who speaks for me!” With catchy hooks from Colapesce and Dimartino, the song exposes how easy-fix slogans lure people into believing that a charismatic figure can solve every problem. Years pass, nothing changes, yet the TV keeps selling hope like a late-night infomercial. Propaganda invites listeners to dance, laugh, and think twice about quick political promises that sound way too perfect to be true.