Flying saucers, small grey men -- folks abducted ... not pretend. Saucer duels? Ford's not free, Mitchell, Hall, and Sitchin -- see? Maytag washers, life on Mars, baby ET's plastic jars. Stanton Friedman, Jacques Vallee -- only guessing on their knees...
We didn't start the fire; it was always burning and we're never learning...
Message traffic disappears; end time talk is full and near; comets fly across our skies and take those persons living lies. Johnny Ford is painted nuts. Still, we're mute; we've got no guts. Watch and all reports come in; saucers fly for sure, my friend!
We didn't start the fire; we're never learning so we're keeping it burning ...
CIA gives self-reports, laughing up my sleeve, I snort. Agents give kids drugs to sell. I wish these Agents fulsome hells. Uni-bombers and McVeigh, sure and they have hell to pay -- but we're not hearing all the facts, just the *phacts* to stay the track!
We didn't start the fire, and the fire's still burning... because we're not learning.
Laying gutted, breached, and gored on the knives of landed lords, in a cell that you'd deplore, lies the frame of Johnny Ford. Lost and most alone is he, he who worked to set us free (?); soon it is they'll come for YOU! What will, then, you think to do?
We didn't start the fire, but it's churning burning's precluding our learning.
Heard it first on old Art Bell, deformed frogs, and cells from hell. Rense is sense I am convinced, Suffolk county's mad, no sense... Hoaxes, frauds, and misdirection coming to an intersection, bearing down like there's no blessing, make it stop! It's too distressing!
We didn't start the fire, but, still, it is burning... ...and still we're not learning.
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Flying saucers, small grey men -- folks abducted ... not pretend. Saucer duels? Ford's not free, Mitchell, Hall, and Sitchin -- see? Maytag washers, life on Mars, baby ET's plastic jars. Stanton Friedman, Jacques Vallee -- only guessing on their knees...
We didn't start the fire; it was always burning and we're never learning...
Message traffic disappears; end time talk is full and near; comets fly across our skies and take those persons living lies. Johnny Ford is painted nuts. Still, we're mute; we've got no guts. Watch and all reports come in; saucers fly for sure, my friend!
We didn't start the fire; we're never learning so we're keeping it burning ...
CIA gives self-reports, laughing up my sleeve, I snort. Agents give kids drugs to sell. I wish these Agents fulsome hells. Uni-bombers and McVeigh, sure and they have hell to pay -- but we're not hearing all the facts, just the *phacts* to stay the track!
We didn't start the fire, and the fire's still burning... because we're not learning.
Laying gutted, breached, and gored on the knives of landed lords, in a cell that you'd deplore, lies the frame of Johnny Ford. Lost and most alone is he, he who worked to set us free (?); soon it is they'll come for YOU! What will, then, you think to do?
We didn't start the fire, but it's churning burning's precluding our learning.
Heard it first on old Art Bell, deformed frogs, and cells from hell. Rense is sense I am convinced, Suffolk county's mad, no sense... Hoaxes, frauds, and misdirection coming to an intersection, bearing down like there's no blessing, make it stop! It's too distressing!
We didn't start the fire, but, still, it is burning... ...and still we're not learning.
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That is awesome Alfred!
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