4.Stolen Alphabets
O no they'll never find me underground
So thought I all aloud, yet not alone
You'd call it camouflage, dead telephone
O no I never mind your coming round
You are a master spy; I read you right
Your files are classified nigh every night
Some sundried shibboleth I'll never know
No gun-shy fricative might save her now
O no I never mind your coming round
We're gonna take a while, we'll hunker down
With all our little letters
In metal cabinets
And all our little letters
Stolen alphabets
Would bring you up on charges in The Hague
We're in the bunker now! Remember this.
We're never coming out! We never did.
We're never coming out!
We're never coming out!
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