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the spooks are running the country into the ground - paul keating prime minister
lyrics:
My soul is awash with thousands
In the lane at the end of my street, I spotted him,
Planting something on someone, pasty as a sheet
Down the end of my cul-de-sac of a Country, i spotted him
The coup in ‘75, i spotted him
Blaming someone else for the economy, spotted him,
Placing us meat as fodder out the back, spotted him
Victim vomitings, victors log-it-in, as the rigorous “not-a–thing”
Wish emaciate, birthday miss the fate, for the Mr. Spooks: shadows
Curtains
Windows, kinda working, computer and sights alert him
iF I mess up the firm-ware find me firm where first-degree had first-degree burns there uni-side
Had two vans follow me the station to friends to find
Stanmore bends,
Tread more grands
Phones a nokia
Trace that then
This a statement of a faceless man
Who hates the system for the ghosts it stands
And peoples hearts who face this shit
The agencies follow the fascists hands and frame it dif
FRAME JOB FRAME JOB SHAME JOB SHAME JOB
For 70 years the spooks have run the Country into the ground
Like a monoculture on the topsoil, drowning out the mass of poor who cry for more and for what they see is communism
spooks
Seems a little quiet over here
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