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Capital “w” at beginning of sentence, no space between the question mark and last word.
Listen to my last words, anywhere!
Listen all you boards, governments, syndicates, nations of the world,
And you, powers behind what filth deals consummated in what lavatory…
To take what is not yours,
To sell out your sons forever.
To sell the ground from unborn feet
forever.
Are these the words of the all powerful boards, syndicates,
of the earth?
The great banking families, French, English, American,
squeezing the air.
You want Hassan Sabbah to explain that, to tidy that up.
You have the wrong name and the wrong number.
for this you have sold your sons forever?
the ground from unborn feet forever
And you want the name of Hassan Sabbah on your filth deals
To sell out the unborn?
I rub out all the formulaes and directives of the Elders of Minraud forever
I rub out the word “forever”.
What am I doing over here with the workers, the gooks, the apes, the
dogs, the errand boys, the human animals?
Why don’t I come over with the board, and drink coca-cola and make it?
Explain how the blood, and bones, and brains of a hundred million
more or less gooks went down the drain in green piss…so you on the boards could use bodies, and minds, and souls that were not yours, are not yours, and never will be yours.
You have the wrong name and the wrong number, Mr. Luce Getty Lee Rockefeller
Don’t let them see us, don’t tell them what we are doing.
Not the cancer deal with the Venusians, not the green deal - don’t let that out, disaster, unimaginable disaster.
These things take time, and that’s my business
Crab men, Tape-worms, Intestinal parasites… Like Burroughs, that proud American name?
Proud of what exactly?
Would you all like to see exactly what Burroughs has to be proud of?
The Mayan Caper, the Centipede Hype, the Short-time racket, the Heavy-metal gimmick?
All right, Mister Burroughs, who bears my name and my words bear it all the way for all to see,
in Times Square, in Piccadilly, Place de la Concorde
Play it all, play it all, play it all back.
Pay it all, pay it all, pay it alllll back.
Listen to my last words, anywhere!
Listen all you boards, governments, syndicates, nations of the world,
And you, powers behind what filth deals consummated in what lavatory…
To take what is not yours,
To sell out your sons forever.
To sell the ground from unborn feet
forever.
Are these the words of the all powerful boards, syndicates,
of the earth?
The great banking families, French, English, American,
squeezing the air.
You want Hassan Sabbah to explain that, to tidy that up.
You have the wrong name and the wrong number.
for this you have sold your sons forever?
the ground from unborn feet forever
And you want the name of Hassan Sabbah on your filth deals
To sell out the unborn?
I rub out all the formulaes and directives of the Elders of Minraud forever
I rub out the word “forever”.
What am I doing over here with the workers, the gooks, the apes, the
dogs, the errand boys, the human animals?
Why don’t I come over with the board, and drink coca-cola and make it?
Explain how the blood, and bones, and brains of a hundred million
more or less gooks went down the drain in green piss…so you on the boards could use bodies, and minds, and souls that were not yours, are not yours, and never will be yours.
You have the wrong name and the wrong number, Mr. Luce Getty Lee Rockefeller
Don’t let them see us, don’t tell them what we are doing.
Not the cancer deal with the Venusians, not the green deal - don’t let that out, disaster, unimaginable disaster.
These things take time, and that’s my business
Crab men, Tape-worms, Intestinal parasites… Like Burroughs, that proud American name?
Proud of what exactly?
Would you all like to see exactly what Burroughs has to be proud of?
The Mayan Caper, the Centipede Hype, the Short-time racket, the Heavy-metal gimmick?
All right, Mister Burroughs, who bears my name and my words bear it all the way for all to see,
in Times Square, in Piccadilly, Place de la Concorde
Play it all, play it all, play it all back.
Pay it all, pay it all, pay it alllll back.