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James Jesus Angleton sells sunlamps door to
in this so-called peacetime, even spooks fight to alive
I don't much him, but I sit and mind his car
He says, "Brunceling, to now?
This suburb's ours..."

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

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

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

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