There’s an omni agency working somewhere you can’t see.
And no standing president is going to ever touch their tent.
Ten stories underground politicians and their little clowns,
They make the super rich their own little bitch.
It’s a war! Secret government.
(It’s a war)
And like the C.I.A., they cannot be made to pay
They will bring the drugs to you because they need to see you lose
So have yourself some fun. You’ll be easier to stun.
It’s a slower class decay ‘cause they own the D.E.A.
Crack for the lower class
AIDS for the fags
Guns for the fascist fad
And that’s all they have?