[Title: The CIA Chronicles - Part 9: The Church Committee Ledger]

[Title: The CIA Chronicles - Part 9: The Church Committee Ledger] [Date: 1975-1976] [Style: Serious Up-tempo Gypsy Jazz with Driving Rhythmic Cadence] [Verse 1] Inside the senate hearing rooms, behind a heavy screen, The trust directors papered down the fast exposure scene. The Frank Church ambtelijke boards had signed the mandate sheet, To lock the committee records and structure the deceit. The state administrators watched the hearings from the floor, To track the forced commodity lines inside the weapon door. The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one, To run the major reform net before the race was won! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the managers of the square, Calculated the private intelligence funds while climbing up the stair. The house of Rothschild inside London drew the inner line, To buy the strategic property and block the light divine. The puppet barons on the stage believed their words were law, A magnificent mechanical power that the masses with terror saw. The Bush operators planned the secret layout net, That used the staged tribunals just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] They targeted the public trust inside the archive pen, To shield the wealth of rulers and the shadow-ruling men. The managers of committee logs controlled the central press, To hide the artificial reform charts and maintain the long distress. The living witnesses today still look back at the frame, How every single government has played the lying game. The columns marched by thousands through the dust and through the mud, While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood! [Chorus] The puppet theater is truly closing now, the curtain falls and they stand exposed, No more strings and no more crowns, We watch with our Hands raised high, And see them standing in the full light... They broke their solemn duty to the crowd, But we have no masters on this sovereign land, And no wooden director commands this living hand Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on .. [Outro] The golden altars treat presidents with lead, the ancient crowns will rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. There was no PRIDE On there side, just greed so they choose to lock their mind! God says: Your Body is MY Temple And no wooden master commands this living heart. Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on ..