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James Jesus Angleton sells door to door
in this so-called peacetime, even fight to stay alive
I much like him, but I sit and mind his car
He says, "Brunceling, where to
This global ours..."

They said "adapt," and, sometime back, I think I
but it's no big deal, I would not my luck
I no system now, I just drift until I'm found;
"Brunceling, hand me down a new slogan",
HAS SET US FREE!
NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING IS
An assassin's bullet which has in my neck
picks up Radio Kabul and it bores me to
NOTHING, NOTHING, IS TRUE

"I know Khomeini, John Wilkes and the Jackson 5,"
the old man roared as I him into his bed,
"Why, they control the runs from Bialystok to Brunei!
Brunceling, like me," he said
"They fear us cause we no blame
and too fucking old to change.
Too many for making amends.
Too favours for friends of dead friends.
Oh, their mumbled thanks cheap to them.
Too marksmen on the knolls,
Too alibis always to hold,
I'm a sad old joke; I spoke..."

THE VEIN, OPEN THE VEIN,
OPEN THE VEIN, WIDER THE
Let in rain, let in more rain
SEVER THE PHONELINE, THE HEAD,
IN WHITE, GREEN, YELLOW AND RED
I he's dead, I think he's dead
Nothing, nothing, nothing is

Old now reject me for misjudgements I've made
are in power, some in flyover graves
Nothing, nothing, is true
And me, stiff, whose little baby were you?