Verse 1 No-head preacher in the valley of sin, Opened the gates, let the madness in. Paper trails vanish, files turn to dust, But the needles and blotters taught him who to trust. Chorus MK Ultra in the desert sky, CIA whispers while the children cry. From Haight to the canyon, the blood runs deep, They built killer hippies that don’t ever sleep. Verse 2 Kept him out of prison, slipped him through the bars, Handed him the acid, handed him the scars. Every word a weapon, every song a chain, Dancing on command in a mind-burned rain. Chorus MK Ultra in the desert sky, CIA whispers while the children cry. From Haight to the canyon, the blood runs deep, They built killer hippies that don’t ever sleep. Bridge Follow the trail through the static and flame, Who pulls the strings never signs their name. Peace signs painted in blood on the wall, A government chorus to a culture’s fall. Verse 3 Marty West takes notes, scribbles in the dark, Trying to map the fire from the first small spark. Truth is a secret dressed in flowers and lies, But the acid-soaked children saw through their eyes. Final Chorus MK Ultra in the desert sky, CIA whispers while the children die. From Haight to the canyon, the blood runs deep, They built killer hippies — a nightmare to keep. Outro (Spoken/Chanted) No-head priest… White coats smile… Turn up the dial… And bleed for a while.
