The Ballad Of David Icke

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The secert rulers of the world
Have stolen my girl
The whisked her away in a black limousine
And that was the last of her I'd ever see

'Cause they knew that her heart was the purest of pure
Through unbearable suffering she would endure
When she told of the lies and the hatred the spread
And how blood of blind children was used in their bread
So she opened her mouth to the cold lizard tongue
That was speaking in code of the work to be done
To be sure that the truthful are made to look mad
And the starving feed ashes, for which they are glad
'Cause her brain was a camera, they just had to look
And they sensed she was wise from the pictures she took
Which were not unlike anything you've ever seen
To be drowning in honey, awake in a dream

The secret rulers of the world
They have stolen my girl
The whisked her away in the black limousine
And that was the last of her I'd ever seen
And that was the last of her I'd ever seen