DESCRIPTION:
(Tribute) Dr. Know Deprogram
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Lyrics;
007 in the sky with the sun
in a super-surveillance SR 71
this man holds the the servants key
now he starts deprogramming

I've got agents on my back
in three piece suits and a black sedan
and I know they're all watching me

He's an infra-red cowboy that hides in the dark
shoots me with penethol then makes me talk
He's the tap on my phone or the sweat on my neck
He's the tap on the shoulder that I never expect

No place to run, no time to hide
No shoulder to cry on, no place to hide
Who do I trust, who do I blame
When the modern witch hunt draws my name