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As the bullets whiz over our heads
And our chopper steals away in a storm of dust
We find out that our intel was wrong
The street that goes left? It goes right.
...

Way down here in the Pit
Light don't shine no more
It all goes away when the dust flies
And only comes back when we stop working
...

Here I wait as you lasily scroll,
Scroll across me, clicking on video
After video to watch for your enjoyment
But while you laugh, and cry and laugh some more
...

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Military (Un) Intelegence

As the bullets whiz over our heads
And our chopper steals away in a storm of dust
We find out that our intel was wrong
The street that goes left? It goes right.
The target is not a man at all
But a lady with a beard
And now we begin to wonder
Who authorized this raid? Barnum and Bailey?

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