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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
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