MK Ultra - Good lyrics

The scraping is complete

and we're out on the street.

Killers on the loose

and we're holding hands.

It's still protected by the law.

Thank our lucky stars

there weren't any kooks

with placards in hand.

In hand.

Girlfriend, come near,

we're having a bad year.

The saddest thing.

I thought this would bring

us closer.

Do we deny it to the end,

to ourselves and to our friends?

Do we file it away:

dead babies, mortal sins?

Or could it get us off

'cause we act like little gods?

Little Gods

Killers on the loose

and we're holding hands,

protected by the law.

You can thank your lucky stars

there weren't any kooks

with placards in hand

of fetuses in tubes

our babies red and blue,

black and blue.

Girlfriend, come near,

We're having a bad year.

The saddest thing:

I thought this would bring

us closer.

Closer