CIA

You left me so damn wild
But didn't get me down
The whole night ya never got tired
The next day I felt dumb sick
We'll probably play one more time
Despite I just saw my prime
She pushed me right out of the line
The hooded man in the night time
Fuck the CIA
(hey, hey)
Fuck the CIA
These Americans
They wouldn't crack a smile
If they're beating a drum
Wear steel toed boots
Well they see with their eyes
But they look with their foot
Picking up shells right from the sea
Just hoping that they don't pick me
Acknowledge the foul look
Somebody better lock up all these crooks
Fuck the CIA
(hey, hey)
Fuck the CIA
(hey, hey)
Fuck the CIA
(hey, hey)
Fuck the CIA



Credits
Writer(s): Jon Bell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link