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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 pops 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 callning 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 Fuck, it's the CIA