(Verse)
You´re being followed
-”is there a way out through here.”
-”Is the air duct to small to crawl through?”
Is your dress camouflage?
Is your make up made up?
Is your James Bond-fetisch called Bondadge?
(chorus)
The powers at be is going to bury us again.
The infamy, baby you´re a ”perfect ten” again, my friend.
(verse)
Sneak over rooftops
protect the secrets you´ve been told
Is your mission impossible?
supported by 4 fans who also own “the skies are your hunting ground”
It's uncanny just how good Actors is at emulating that Post-Punk synth sound from my younger days.
Each listen just gets better and better. I feel slightly ashamed for not having heard this album until a few short days ago. modestwriggles