Year of the Rat

[Verse 1]
You can find my ass in Los Alamos all broke and dead from the cortisol
Furtive notes suggesting he might’ve been even more than involved
Never found that body that washed up on the beach in Guam
Legion with its hand in matrimony to the atom bomb
Trigger finger cut in the new shape of Absalom
That’ll never fly
Felt a little nervous when they opened up on Sinai
First things first… I’ve called the DCI
Charles Crumb drew the only cartoons that made me cry
Cuz you annoy the living shit out of me
Catalytic converters out making it harder to breathe
Boundary field on a body hijack and what it costs to lease
The future of interpersonal defense technology

[Interlude]
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Judas on the payroll of the Huston Plan
Crossmaker in the habit of tracer calls
Ferrets, silicon spies, even hiding mics in the walls

[Verse 2]
Had quite the strange feeling when the girl disappeared
Can’t quite put my finger on it
Scorpio moon from the vector of telecom
Night skies the color of onyx
Spy plane passing overhead, I’m nervous enough
To make me vomit
I can assure you that we have our best men on it
Couldn’t tell what it is she wanted
She’s gone

[Instrumental Outro]