Bora born

Just business _

They say you are the chosen
I say you are my base.
You are the elite, the illumined ones
it's you who make my bed.

There's money to be made here
squillions at last count.
Fits right in our corporate business
no conspiracy found here.

It doesn't matter who's in power
we'll just feed the chooks with news of this and that.
Twenty million can't even read or write
well, how about that.

Now how is it in 300 years
few have found us out.
It's because we give them what they really want
a lifestyle to shout about.

But let's get back to our core business
it's how we started out.
Let's pre-empt a war, a righteous one
to draw the zealouts out.

We'll keep them in a constant state
of panic and righteous fear.
A state of alert to rise and fall
to fine tune the fear, my dear.

You see it's really very simple
we just keep them fighting on all sides.
For 80 years it was good ‘ol communism
thank God for Marx who left our side.

He went political, we went economic
a novel approach some might say.
Good business when we started
you can't lose wars, with bets each way.

Like death and taxes it's inevitable
built in language of right and wrong.
To prejudge those about you
let's use this to our gain.

Let's keep it in the family
our heritage to pass on.
And keep blood lines pure with intermarriage
to keep on, keeping on.

For we needed to secure our future
family dynasties with stuff to pass on.
To pattern their behaviour
and rationalise their minds.

What better place to do this
than where a maze of secrets bind.
So we founded our own order
by an outsider, there in France.

But we needed some way to be inclusive
and let others see what might be.
So we kept our little secrets
above 32 degrees.

Now what's he going on about
this thing of 32 degrees.
The answer lies within the stones
and how they're shaped my friend.

Along the way we grew in stature
others now to welcome in.
To teach our economic vision
a scholarship of Rhodes
invites them in.

So let's revise our business model
do you think we should change it in some way.
We control the world of all it's energy
oh! please, enough said.

It's impossible to convince another
of what might be going on today.
In this world of manufactured terror
turned on and off to suit their need.

Please question everything about you
for you are being sweetly played, my friend.
To tried and proven methods
with a xenaphobic end.

Tried and proven by a power
not entirely of this earth.
from the background of creation
the challenger's light influence felt.

Self serving in it's nature
closing deals, breaking treaties, with no end.
It's how we won and made the west
free banking system, I mean.


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© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa  


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