Deep Politics soundtrack

[Tracy Riddle]

CIA Man -The Fugs

Who can kill a general in his bed?
Overthrow dictators if they're red?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can buy a government so cheap?
Change a cabinet without a squeak.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can train guerillas by the dozens?
Send them out to kill their untrained cousins?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can get a budget that's so great?
Who will be the 51st state?
Who has got the secretest Service?
The one that makes the other service nervous?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can take the sugar from it's sack,
Pour in LSD and put it back?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can mine the harbors a' Nicaragua?
Out hit all the hitman of Chicagua.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Who can be so overtly covert?
Sometimes even covertly overt.
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!

Whos the agency well known to God?
The one that copped his staff and copped his rod?
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
Fucking-a man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!
CIA Man!



The American in Me The Avengers (1978, San Francisco)

It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood
running out of the bullet hole in his head.
It's the American in me that makes me watch TV
see on the news, listen what the man said.
He said

"Ask not what you can do for your country
what's your country been doing to you
Ask not what you can do for your country
what's your country been doing to your mind?"

It's the American in me says it an honor to die
in a war that's just a politicians lie
It's the American in me that makes me watch TV
see how they burn the SLA
They say

"Ask not what you can do for your country
what's your country been doing to you
Ask not what you can do for your country
what's your country been doing to your mind?"

In the USA!
In the USA!
In the USA!

It's the American in me that makes me watch the blood
running out of the bullet hole in his head.
It's the American in me that never wonders why
Kennedy was murdered by the FBI



Bleed for Me - Dead Kennedys (1982, San Francisco)

You've been hanging 'round
With an enemy of the state
Come with me to the building
That no one stops to watch

Chorus
C'mon bleed
C'mon bleed
C'mon bleed
Bleed for me

We'll strap you to a pipe
Electrodes on your balls
C'mon scream
C'mon writhe
Face down in a pool of piss

Chorus

In the name of world peace
In the name of world profits
America pumps up our secret police
America wants fuel
To get it, it needs puppets
So what's ten million dead?
If it's keeping out the Russians

We're well trained by the CIA
With Yankee tax money in Ft. Bragg
The Peace Corps builds up the labor camps
When they think they're building schools

Ha Ha

When cowboy Ronnie comes to town
Forks out his tongue at human rights
Sit down, enjoy our ethnic meal
Dine on some charbroiled nuns
Try a medal on
Smile at the mirror as the cameras click
and make big business happy

Anytime
Anywhere
Maybe you'll just disappear