Sell-Outs

To the tune of “Proud Mary”

Want a good job although you lack skill?

Why don't you go work for the FBI?

All that it takes is a flexible conscience,

With never a fret of what you leave in your wake.

With their motives hidden,

Sell-outs do his biddin':

Rattin', rattin', rattin' for the man now.

Learn how to capture the spotlight,

Tarnishing all the people around you,

Working at your job as a covert shill,

And all along the feds move in for the kill.

With their motives hidden,

Sell-outs do his biddin':

Rattin', rattin', rattin' for the man now.

Rattin', rattin', rattin' for the man now.

Your employment might come with some jail time.

Never to worry; you'll do just fine.

They're not gonna put you where real prisoners go,

And think of what's waitin', a big pile of dough.

With their motives hidden,

Sell-outs do his biddin':

Rattin', rattin', rattin' for the man now.

Rattin', rattin', rattin' for the man now.

Rattin', rattin', rattin' for the man now.

Rattin', rattin', rattin' for the man now.

Rattin', rattin', rattin' for the man now.

David Martin

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