This much I know that news is show
An agenda drums a beat
And when the military elites at work
They strut on lying feet
The ones with muddy boots beguiled
By propaganda rank
Their bodies pile up higher
On the planes and riverbanks
As bankers plate of coins fills up
Was it the rothschilds in that plane
Shooting up those journalists
Or Halliburton,whatever, they're the same
I believe in innocence
Doth yet withstand a cynics trial
And as a girl i know how men
Pressure and beguile
Just stack the facts which we not lack
Despite securities façade
They sought to **** one with the knack
For making the heroic grade
A special ops one of their props
Sorry but it's true
Women pit against a friend
Dr King would rue
Friends keep secrets but i can't help
Light up your life with this
We communicate funny hopeful things
Sneak free from bars in bliss