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((___)) ((___))
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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
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\ / presents... \ /
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(` ') (` ')
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(U) (U)
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THE COLD TRUTH
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from 2600 Magazine
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August, 1987
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@1987, 2600 Enterprises, Inc.
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>>> A CULT Distribution.....1987 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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they got us in a heatwave
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playing in the arcade
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one too many login
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on the government line....
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all around the country
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they descended in a rage
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making sure we couldn't talk
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putting locks upon the cage
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but willy got a tip-off
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and he said this just won't do
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there's way too much to lose
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and there's so much more to do
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willy man willy
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where did you go wrong
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shoulda listened to your parents
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shoulda left the toys alone
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but hacker sees as hacker does
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you did it all the time
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you made it to the histroy books
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your life was just a crime
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now jimmy used a credit card
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he made up in his head
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and freddy was a gangster
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with the telephone they said
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connecting 50 people
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for a trans-atlantic fling
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the robin hoods of wires
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that was just our kind of thing
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we accessed information
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that was not for us to see
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and we knew the day would come
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when we'd have to pay the fee
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but none of us knew willy
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had got so far along
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no none of us knew willly
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had unearthed the secret song
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always such a quiet kid
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he never made a scene
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and what he did inside his room
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it seemed just like a dream
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manipulating satellites
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and turning wrongs into rights
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electronic terrorists
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the baddest gang in town
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willy man willy
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where did we go wrong
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shoulda listened to our parents
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shoulda spent the nights at home
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instead we hung out with a bunch
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of teenage kids who thought too much
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we never seemed to realize
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what it was we always knew
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he told me of a super-VAX
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he scanned in Fort George Meade
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all the defaults seemed to work
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we hacked away with speed
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nuclear ambitions
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and plans for future kings
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graphic expectations
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of the day the bell would ring
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this was no war game picture
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we were moving through a brain
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every room had thirteen exits
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and at least a dozen names
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a digital translation
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of everything we say
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is being stored and catalogued
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in rows of little crays!
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our buffers couldn't capture it
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was way too much to groc
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some sleepless nights to analyze
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before there was a KNOCK
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and willy had his printouts
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he stayed out late that night
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descrambling the evidence
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preparing for a flight
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the A train it ran all night
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and willy so did you
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til they holed you up
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on an uptown number two
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the smartest motherhacker
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that ever ever was
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your voice is silent now
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and your terminal is lost
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willy man willy
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where did it go wrong
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shoulda listened to our parents
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shoulda sung a different song
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but I got off so lucky
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and you ya had to run
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so instead of being happy
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you're 3-4-2-9-1-1
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i lost some bits of memory
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my thinking cap's on tight
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i'll never understand
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how you thought you'd win the fight
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when they kill the first amendment
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will the second be the first?
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what's the point of even thinking
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if your brain's about to burst?
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willy man willy
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where did you go wrong
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just another johnny too bad
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that the world will never know
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i wish the clock could turn around
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and run the other way
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but i've had too much to drink
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and there's nothing i can say
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(c)1987 2600 Enterprises, Inc. / dist. t-file cDc communications 9/20/87-21
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