| With friends like these, who the fuck needs COINTELPRO?
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| I’m punch-drunk on the sickening cadence of iron fists in velvet gloves
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| The Cheshire grins, the crippling Judas kiss
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| To christen thee a sinking ship
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| «The purpose of this new counter-intelligence endeavour
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| Is to expose, disrupt, misdirect, discredit or otherwise neutralize»
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| Any parades that you can’t jump in front of
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| Any long years of hard work that ain’t yours
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| Sometimes I wonder if you just can’t help yourself?
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| Overhead bloodthirsty vultures circle patiently
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| They offer condolences and whisper bitter eulogies
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| Yes, comrades come as thick as thieves
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| But you got another thing coming
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| You got another thing coming
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| You got another thing coming
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| You got another thing
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| With friends like these, who the fuck needs COINTELPRO?
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| With friends like these, who the fuck needs COINTELPRO? |