Viva Death
Trust Me
Nine lives, ninety degrees
Show me if it's the crime of the century
Wave we wealth and position technology
Have we board of directors and a hill of beans
In a position to demand a thing?
Trust me
Do you believe in the CIA?
And in a world economy?
Or in a future where everything's free?
Cause that's the way it's supposed to be
Trust me
From Letras Mania