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