With friends like these, who the fuck needs cointelpro? i'm punch-drunk on the sickening cadence of iron-fists in velvet gloves the cheshire grins the crippling judas kiss to christen thee a s
G ship and ¡­the purpose of this new counter-intelligence endeavor is to expose, disrupt, misdirect, discredit or otherwise neutralize¡­ any parades that you can't jump in front of any long yea
Hard work that ain't yours sometimes i wonder if you just can't help yourself? overhead bloodthirsty vultures circle patiently they offer condolences (and whisper bitter eulogies) yes, "
Ades" come as thick as thieves but you got another thing coming with friends like these, who the fuck needs cointelpro?