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Bắt đầu làm bài nào

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

They said "adapt," and, back, I think I snapped
but it's no big deal, I would not trade my
I have no system now, I just drift I'm found;
"Brunceling, me down a new slogan", now:
HAS SET US FREE!
NOTHING, NOTHING, IS TRUE
An assassin's bullet which has lodged in my
picks up Radio Kabul and it me to death--
NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING IS

"I Khomeini, John Wilkes Booth and the Jackson 5,"
the old man roared as I poured him 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 many for friends of dead friends.
Oh, their mumbled thanks came to them.
Too marksmen on the knolls,
Too many alibis to hold,
I'm a sad old forget I spoke..."

OPEN THE VEIN, THE VEIN,
THE VEIN, WIDER THE VEIN
Let in more rain, let in more
SEVER THE PHONELINE, 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 made
Some are in power, some in graves
Nothing, nothing, nothing is
And tell me, stiff, whose baby were you?