MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper) & John Vanderslice
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
MK Ultra (Not A Rapper)
The scraping is complete
And we're out on the street
Killers on the loose
And we're holding hands
Still protected by the law
Thank our lucky stars
There weren't any kooks
With placards in hand
In hand
Girlfriend, come near
We're having a bad year
The saddest thing
I thought this would bring
Us closer
Do we deny it to the end
To ourselves and to our friends?
Do we file it away
Dead babies, mortal sins?
Or could it get us off
Cause we act like little gods?
Little gods
Gods
Killers on the loose
And we're holding hands
Protected by the law
Thank our lucky stars
There weren't any kooks
With placards in hand
Of fetuses in tubes
Our baby's red and blue
Black and blue
Girlfriend, come near
We're having a bad year
The saddest thing
I thought this would bring
Us closer
Closer