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I’ve got information that I can’t conceal

Valid information that I must reveal

I’ve got information ‘bout guns and tanks

It implicates governments and the banks

There’s a scam going down and people are dyin’

There’s a scam going down and children are cryin’

There’s a scam going down when the bank reports

Validate the lie that elect supports

The shylock is watching all the hollow blank stares

And he’s growing concerned about the state of affairs

Take cover my friend before the brimstone falls

Take cover my friend cause they’re after your balls

Take cover my friend and make the mole

Take cover my friend and pray for your soul

I’ve got information that I must impart

Sordid information that would break your heart

I’ve got information ‘bout the parish priest

That indicates the presence of the numbered beast

There’s a scam going down and people are dyin’

There’s a scam going down and children are cryin’

There’s a scam going down with church and state

A psychological scam that will seal your fate

The shylock is watching all the hollow blank stares

And he’s growing concerned about the state of affairs

CH

I’ve got information ‘bout what’s in store

The kind of information that you can’t ignore

I’ve got information ‘bout the star war scare

Secret information that would curl your hair

There’s a scam going down and people are dyin’

There’s a scam going down and children are cryin’

There’s a scam going down behind a closed door

The church is in bed with the political whore

The shylock is watching all the hollow blank stares

And he’s growing concerned about the state of affairs

CH

I’ve got information from a pious monk

Confirming information from the local drunk

I’ve got information sealed and signed

This kind of information overwhelms the mind

There’s a scam going down and people are dyin’

There’s a scam going down and children are cryin’

There’s a scam going down in a system that’s built

On acute paranoia empowered by guilt

And the shylock is waiting with the angel of death

To collect from a world that has run out of breath

Take cover my friend before the brimstone falls

Take cover my friend cause they’re after your balls

Take cover my friend and make the mole

Take cover my friend and pray for your soul