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• Artiste: Clem Snide
• Titre: The Ballad Of David Icke
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The secert rulers of the world Have stolen my girl The whisked her away in a black limousine And that was the last of her I'd ever see 'Cause they knew that her heart was the purest of pure Through unbearable suffering she would endure When she told of the lies and the hatred the spread And how blood of blind children was used in their bread So she opened her mouth to the cold lizard tongue That was speaking in code of the work to be done To be sure that the truthful are made to look mad And the starving feed ashes, for which they are glad 'Cause her brain was a camera, they just had to look And they sensed she was wise from the pictures she took Which were not unlike anything you've ever seen To be drowning in honey, awake in a dream The secret rulers of the world They have stolen my girl The whisked her away in the black limousine And that was the last of her I'd ever seen And that was the last of her I'd ever seen