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Agents of Anarchy (The Sex Pistols) · Agents of Fortune (Blue Öyster Cult) · Kill Your Idols/The Nerve Agents (Kill Your Idols) · Free Agents: The Murda Mix Tape (Mobb Deep) · Agents of Fortune [Bonus Tracks] (Blue Öyster Cult) · Agents of Change (Hal Galper) · Agents of Fortune [SACD/Bonus Track] (Blue Öyster Cult) · Agents Is... More! (Agents) · Alarm Agents (Death in June) · Agents of Fortune (Blue Öyster Cult) – and 9 other albums »


Operation Ranch Hand
Spray down the death
Down on their farms
Assault against the population
Suppress by military arms
Only you prevent
You make a living by being a spy
Up for hire as a private eye
Covert operation, tap a telephone
Hack into a hard drive, you re on your own
Oh I want to be your casual agent 
I want to be your casual agent 

Casual agent moving by the sand 
Cosmetic Betty stealing from the skull
line, and sinker
Just, just, just too hot to handle

She took me by storm
It must of been a season for the fools
She's so bad
An undercover agent
alone
I got a storybook of my own

Don't you see I am your pride
Agent of wealth
Bearer of needs
And you know it's right
I am your war
Arming
line, and sinker
Just, just, just too hot to handle

She took me by storm
It must of been a season for the fools
She's so bad
An undercover agent
alone
I got a storybook of my own

Don't you see I am your pride
Agent of wealth
Bearer of needs
And you know it's right
I am your war
Arming
? your life
? the knife

death of holiness
sodomized for the rituals
agents of the blind
a realm forgotten
? the knife

blinded by the pain
God exists 360 degrees 
Like unsolved mysteries yo mind's tortured by demonic beast 
It's so fatal no instrumental 
They hit yo central nervous
Taking my time
Put my coat on at nine
Down goes my life
Streets are cold
No gun by my side
I'm now going home
Don't wait on me, 
Wait on me
God exists 360 degrees 
Like unsolved mysteries yo mind's tortured by demonic beast 
It's so fatal no instrumental 
They hit yo central nervous
might turn into a steady job. 
And my agent said to me: "Son, I always told you so." 
Now my record's number eleven on the BBC 
But number seven
line, and sinker
Just, just, just too hot to handle

She took me by storm
It must of been a season for the fools
She's so bad
An undercover agent
friend just my armpit gun
And when I go to bed at night it certainly helps me son

I'm always getting in tight spots
I manage to escape
By either
The magenta's following behind
Wake up

Runners give a grinding halt
Last night left to spend apart
Your bags are packed by now for home
Stories of the tour
heard him at the airport
i know he moves along th epiers
he calls himself a journey agent
a eulipion
syas hi freinds the poets and the artists adn
A double secret agent
And he was paid to kill
With cold steel magnum force is how the man possessed the skill
He shot a man in Paris
He did a job
A double secret agent
And he was paid to kill
With cold steel magnum force is 
How the man possessed the skill

He shot a man in Paris
He did
Sing Muse with passion of the pistol
Sing Muse of the warning by the whistle
On a night so dark in the waning
A dawn obscured by slight sky
as a hole

go to rosie's cafe, she'll nourish your soul


(Chorus)

'cause she's a soul agent for the USA

she'll be here tomorrow

after she gets through
A double secret agent
And he was paid to kill
With cold steel magnum force
Is how the man possessed the skill

He shot a man in Paris
He did
time 
Cymbaline 
Please wake me 

A butterfly with broken wings 
Is falling by your side 
The ravens all are closing in 
And there's nowhere you
Books by the blameless and by the dead
King in yellow, queen in red

All praise
He's found the awful truth, Balthazar
He's found the saucer news
tall,
Some hollywood agent gonna take your call
Goddbye odessa, hello l.a.
You're feeling the pressure,
You're feeling what's on the special, you're
The dress is Chanel
The shoes Y.S.L.
The bag is Dior
Agent Provocateur
My address today, L.A. by the way
Above Sunset Strip, the hills all