Hey Jude, don’t take it bad
That caucus can’t be much wetter
Remember that payback gladdens your heart
Then you can start to make it better
Hey Jude, don’t be afraid
You can still use that old Beretta
Nek minnit you’re doing all of them in
Then you begin to make it better
And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, retain
The means to shred all of your folders
For well you know that it’s a fool who keeps them all
Feeley and SFO will weigh upon your shoulders
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Hey Jude, you’re going down
You should write Cam a real short letter
And tell him you’re gonna tear him apart
Then you can start to make it better
So now you’re out and cannot win, hey Jude, begin
You’re wanting someone to align with
And don’t you know Winnie won’t do, hey Jude, there is a queue
To cut your head off from your shoulders
Hey Jude, don’t take it bad
You’re just like Di but only better
Remember ambition isn’t a sin
Then you’ll begin to make it
Better better better better better better
John, your gonna carry that weight,
Carry that weight of meta data,
John, your going to carry that weight,
Carry that weight along time.
I never gave you my emails,
I only gave you my incriminations,
And in the middle of communications… I break down.
Thanks Spike. Maybe we’re headed for Revolution No 9 back in the USSR with diamonds?