Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angleton, artist - Biting Elbows. Album song Biting Elbows, in the genre Местная инди-музыка
Date of issue: 12.11.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Angleton |
I do believe that when I got betrayed |
It was part of the trade |
It was a little too much |
When my story got going |
I was breathing in the breeze |
Keeping the commies down in Italy with ease |
Some men never have a doubt |
About what their side on |
And how much they would sacrifice |
When the guns are drawn |
I’m talking about me |
Talking about me |
Talking about me |
Angleton |
They said, you’re gonna work in intelligence |
They said, you’re gonna make it big |
They said a lot of things |
So I’ll co-found the CIA |
My decisions can’t be swayed |
I’m the smartest motherfucker in the room |
But the room was empty |
Always so empty |
In it were only |
My Rolodex and me |
And I set up a network all over the globe |
My biggest enemies |
You’d think that I would know |
Fire |
Your head’s on fire |
My piano wire |
Is wrapping round your neck |
Philby, your nerve has killed me |
And I got a steady dream of you |
In cement |
Philby was my good friend but |
Then again, he was one of them |
I realized that he was red |
Half a moment before he fled |
I still stand to defend my camp |
I see Philby’s face on a postage stamp |
Can’t plant a bomb in his car |
His new home is the USSR |
Failed to see the mole was close |
Right under my nose |
I was outsmarted by Brit |
Who took my life and spoiled it |
And Oh undeniably so |
It’s not easy to convey but it’s possible |
Fire |
Your head’s on fire |
My piano wire |
Is wrapping round your neck |
Philby, your nerve has killed me |
And I got a steady dream of you |
In cement |
Blown up on an intellectual claymore |
Since that day |
I believe I’ve made way more |
I’ve kept my job but not my form, my form is full of |
Fire |
My head’s on fire |
No piano wire |
Will ever touch his neck |
Philby, I wish you killed me |
Instead of what you did |
It’s far worse than cement |
Fire |
My head’s on fire |
No piano wire |
Will ever touch his neck |
Philby, I wish you killed me |
Instead of what you did |
It’s far worse than cement |