Let's cut to the chase
You're close but no cigar
Your life's been a waste
Now that we've found out who you are
You're a tough nut to crack
If you can kindly pull the knife out of my back
You will know them by the fruit that they bear
Maybe now we're mad enough to actually care
There's nothing behind their blank stares
You know in love and war that nothing is fair
Icat got your tongue
You're a tied up bundle of nerves
Back to square square one
Maybe God will lift this curse
Burn it all down
Maybe then we can turn this cesspool around
You will know them by the fruit that they bear
Maybe now we're mad enough to actually care
There's nothing behind their blank stares
You know in love and war that nothing is fair
The very word secrecy is repugnant in a free and open society
There is little value in ensuring the survival of our nation
If Our traditions do not survive with it
And there is very grave danger
A pronounced need for increased security
Seized upon by those anxious to expand and lead
With the very limits of official censorship and concealment
String them up
And burn it down
This country needs an enema
You will know them by the fruit that they bear
Maybe now we're mad enough to actually care