With Friends Like These Who the Fuck Needs Cointelpro

With friends like these, who the fuck needs COINTELPRO?
I’m punch-drunk on the sickening cadence of iron fists in velvet gloves
The Cheshire grins, the crippling Judas kiss
To christen thee a sinking ship
«The purpose of this new counter-intelligence endeavour
Is to expose, disrupt, misdirect, discredit or otherwise neutralize»
Any parades that you can’t jump in front of
Any long years of hard work that ain’t yours
Sometimes I wonder if you just can’t help yourself?
Overhead bloodthirsty vultures circle patiently
They offer condolences and whisper bitter eulogies
Yes, comrades come as thick as thieves
But you got another thing coming
You got another thing coming
You got another thing coming
You got another thing
With friends like these, who the fuck needs COINTELPRO?
With friends like these, who the fuck needs COINTELPRO?