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Bring it

Agent Smith at the Au Bon Pain
No one knows just what you're on
In your ear is that plastic gear
And that look of yours says oh-so-gone

Here I am
Did you find what you're looking for?

Here I am
Did you find what you're looking for?

What a bore.
Didn't know the score.
Get back to me
When you find Tweedle-dee

Book stacks babe, I get your meaning
But what you're thinking, you must be dreaming
Walking the floor like it's a runway
OK, granted, you are Faye Dunaway

Agent Wurly, what's your game?
Agent Comrade is my name
What's that song, you keep repeating?
"Who are you?" is what you're bleating
"I really wanna know"
And, so?

"Who are you, who, who?"
"Who are you?"
"Who the fuck are you?"

Agent Wurly, what's my game?
Substitute teacher is my fame

Partly theoretician
There's no room for politician
Not to worry, we're not fishin'

The rap on us, they say we're not practical
So with us, they try to get tactical
Writing books we could be doing
They think we don't, so we should be suing
Oh dear, no career: that's just what they fear
But give us a dare. What do we care?
Then again, look who's recruiting?
Or is this just our horn that we are tooting?
If I were them, I would be scooting
Don't they know, how it goes?
Substitute teacher is for a day
Long-term work it should not stay
One thing I did not say
Is "what about the pay?"
Of me I am not talking
Think that, you best be walking
Those who know my handle
This question makes them wince
It does not hold a candle

No offense to the CIA
They know what we say
Karl Rove, a politician's sort
Or someone from Rice's port
Time to send somebody out
Just with a little clout
And keep it out of court
Better yet, get the drift
And figure out what must be fixed
A start you did make
Some credit you do take
All we ask is the status quo
Some guys in DC they should know
The longer we work, the more we charge
Wait it out and you will owe a barge

Fischer, Spassky and Kasparov
Endgame experts we are sure of
Trial of strength this is no more
The game was over all before
All that's left is just the score

The score, the score, the score
Send someone who knows the score
And why it could be more

The turn clock it is ticking
The players' moves they will be picking
But fans they head out through the doors
New place Negroponte we agree
That job is just for boors

Linked together by the enemy's touch
We don't like disco very much
Just pick a date with the wrong sort
And you can end up in a fort
Papers filed there will be
But what will be your plea?
Win or lose it will not matter
Files opened just get fatter
Again we ask you what you say?
Or should we ask the NSA?

Fooling with liberals is not your task
We know what to ask

Give it up we should have told you
But brains of mildew want to screw
You with state power
Us and our flower
So who has more to lose?
Donut-men had their dues
But who is left to sing the blues?
Linked together some too many
This guy you fucked with is not named Kenny

Timing, timing, this is your chance
Before we get further into your pants
Fireworks now, there can be
We know you're there: don't be a pussy
Come on now, who cares about '09?
Act today: it's your turn to shine
If by miracle you should win
Your agenda, it will grin
If the endgame you do not see
A better fight there cannot be
Wait it out and you will see
When it dies in the bureaucracy
Who knows with Giuliani
And what? That guy Romney?

Substitute teacher is not retired

Bring it now; we'll see who's fired