O Baby! I met Mitt in AmerC.I.A.!
One cannot cheat the subconscious, o yeah!
O Baby! Good ol’ Mitt was on his campaign trail,
got a poster made about the U.S.A.
The word on the poster didn’t say “America”.
No, it looked much more like “Amercia”,
but then I suddenly saw it reads “AmerC.I.A.”!
O Baby! I met Mitt in AmerC.I.A.!
The time outside is tickin’ loud with big bangs
as long as there are C.I.A. torture camps,
as long as there are C.I.A. torture gangs!
O Baby! I met Mitt in AmerC.I.A.!
O Baby! What’s goin’ on in America?
Is it America or is it AmerC.I.A.?
O Baby! I met Mitt in AmerC.I.A.!
O Baby! Subconscious truth has a lot to say.
Workers and soldiers, teachers and preachers
and all other good people
that are running the mill
must not become slaves of a state machine!
O Baby! Mitt’s poster gives us something to think!
O Baby! I met Mitt in AmerC.I.A.!
One cannot cheat the subconscious,
the subconscious way!
Music & Lyrics: Michel Montecrossa © Mira Sound Germany