| Baghdad/Space Cog/Analyst *
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| You’ll never guess who informed
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| It was Craig and Steve
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| The stool pigeons, cha-cha-cha-cha…
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| Guest informant, guest informant
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| Guest informant, guest informant
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| I followed the colonel to the cheap hotel
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| I tapped the beds
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| I wired the phones as well
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| Colonel Boggs Maroley was his mantle
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| Had not counted on
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| I had not counted on
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| Guest Informant, guest informant
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| I’ve been split on, I’ve been touted on
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| I had not counted on Guest Informant
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| In the burning scorch of another Sunday over
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| The miserable Scottish hotel
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| Resembled a Genesis or Marillion, 1973 LP cover
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| All the hotel staff had been dismissed
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| It was me, the Hoover, and the O. A. P. s
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| Asked: Could he turn killer?
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| Thought: could I kill him?
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| Pondered: Or is he itinerant?
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| But I guess he’s just a cog analyst
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| Guest informant, guest informant
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| Baghdad/Space Cog/Analyst
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| I could not comprehend, I could not understand
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| Had not counted on, I had not counted all
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| Guest informant, guest informant
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| I’ve been split by a first-grade moron
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| And I had not counted on, I had not counted on
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| Guest informant, guest informant
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| Guest informant, guest informant
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| I’ve been let down, by a first-grade moron
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| And I could not comprehend
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| Had not counted on
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| Guest informant, guest informant |