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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-05-14 | [Acest text ar trebui citit în english] | Înscris în bibliotecă de x In nineteen hundred forty-nine China was won by Mao Tse-tung Chiang Kai Shek's army ran away They were waiting there in Thailand yesterday Supported by the CIA Pushing junk down Thailand way First they stole from the Meo Tribes Up in the hills they started taking bribes Then they sent their soldiers up to Shan Collecting opium to send to The Man Pushing junk in Bangkok yesterday Supported by the CIA Brought their jam on mule trains down To Chiang Mai that's a railroad town Sold it next to the police chief's brain He took it to town on the choochoo train Trafficking dope to Bangkok all day Supported by the CIA The policeman's name was Mr. Phao He peddled dope grand scale and how Chief of border customs paid By Central Intelligence's U.S. aid The whole operation, Newspapers say Supported by the CIA He got so sloppy and peddled so loose He busted himself and cooked his own goose Took the reward for the opium load Seizing his own haul which same he resold Big time pusher for a decade turned grey Working for the CIA Touby Lyfong he worked for the French A big fat man liked to dine & wench Prince of the Meos he grew black mud Till opium flowed through the land like a flood Communists came and chased the French away So Touby took a job with the CIA The whole operation fell in to chaos Till U.S. intelligence came in to Laos Mary Azarian/Matt Wuerker I'll tell you no lie I'm a true American Our big pusher there was Phoumi Nosavan All them Princes in a power play But Phoumi was the man for the CIA And his best friend General Vang Pao Ran the Meo army like a sacred cow Helicopter smugglers filled Long Cheng's bars In Xieng Quang province on the Plain of Jars It started in secret they were fighting yesterday Clandestine secret army of the CIA All through the Sixties the dope flew free Thru Tan Son Nhut Saigon to Marshall Ky Air America followed through Transporting comfiture for President Thieu All these Dealers were decades and yesterday The Indochinese mob of the U.S. CIA Operation Haylift Offisir Wm Colby Saw Marshall Ky fly opium Mr. Mustard told me Indochina desk he was Chief of Dirty Tricks "Hitch-hiking" with dope pushers was how he got his fix Subsidizing the traffickers to drive the Reds away Till Colby was the head of the CIA
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