Lyrics

Good bye, Good bye Karl, Karl Good bye

Send a man
To do a job
But don't like
What he has to say

Want your cake
And sell it too
Got to have things
Your own way

Let something slip

Screw his wife
Why not screw him too?

Heads will roll
The big boss said
Don't mess with the CIA
What a surprise
That you're still here
Who invited you to stay?

Cut yourself
A great big slice
While other people
Pay the price.
Let something slip.

Lies on the left,
Lies on the right.

words and music the Thursday Night Music Club
all rights reserved 2005 RIVER