Little white lies
They hold little surprise

Good things come in threes
The places I haunt
The powers I taunt
And the little I need
I need

Where the arrogance of presidents
Drive with the top down
And pop singers bite bullets
And popes kiss the ground
The most favoured nations
Should be atheists
Not the penny pinch manipulators
Of the fundamentalists

For everyone spotted
Ten get missed
The deeper you look
The longer the list
And the CNN calling card
Red herring day
No news today
Somebody somewhere
Indirectly directs them on their way
Stand up a token figure
And twist whatever they say

Pin it on no one
It doesn't matter anyway
How many political despots worked for the USA

And who controls down South America way
and who controls the modern Russian way
Death in the streets
Death is a project
All in the weak
The poor
The rich
The racist
And free thought should be looked upon
As an enemy
Because free thought went to jail
Long ago
What a pity

The spider's kiss
The White House astrologists
How many political despots worked for the CIA

The spider's kiss
The White House astrologists

f___, it's the CIA

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