Agent Provocateur

Your agent is an enemy
He burns with certain ecstacy
Your agent is an enemy
He burns with certain ecstacy

Come away now, glory
Don't be sad
Come away now, glory
Don't be mad

Your agent isn't an enemy
He walks hand in hand with enemy
Your agent isn't an enemy
He's telling them he's really me

Come away now, glory
Don't be sad
Come away now, glory
Don't be mad

Your agent is alive
He's not really dead
He's crawling on the ground
They're asking for his head



Credits
Writer(s): Kristin Owens
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