Текст песни




Wake up and smell the secrets
Because mission is well out of control
Power
Control
I'm on a mission
Leave me alone
Oh well
As the silence continues
Who's next?
I'm betting on the illegal aliens
Yeah, the little short fellas never caught
During the Roswell incident
Yeah, they were down here political partying
1947 And uh, they gave up some power too
Power
Control
I'm on a mission
Your cover is blown
Wake up and smell the secrets
Because mission is well out of control
What will be cover up tomorrow
It just might be your own
You have been fooled for the billionth time
And you seem to like it that way
Who killed Malcolm?
Who shot John?
And why was Jesus crucified on the cross?
What makes me real sad
Is when you show who pulled the boss
Question is
Can you take it on her?
Well, roll over, play dead, sucker
Power
Control
I'm on a mission
All on my own
Wake up and smell the secrets
Because mission is well out of control
What will be cover up tomorrow
It might just be in your home
Yes, indeed
Yes
The date, July 7th, 1947
Summer to fall right
With a message that would affect news report for the next few years
There's been a crash
There's been an alien spaceship crash
And it is believed to have had space aliens on it
Space aliens
Two of 'em were alive
This was at the Roswell incident



Авторы: Bill Laswell, Bootsy Collins, Buckethead Copyright: Mashamug Music



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