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Texty: Metal Church. The Human Factor. Agent Green.

I hold the key to the world's security
Any price they'll pay to me, pay to me

I see the signs and I heed the call
No one will know me, no one at all
Freedom is calling, the money's green
And to no country will I pledge my loyalty

I pass for someone who no one knows
I am the wolf who hides in political sheep's clothes
A peaceful world in jeopardy
It doesn't really matter all that much to me

If the people knew, all that I know
About their leaders and the ones who run the show
More cover-ups, legal deceit
There is no one in power who can destroy me

I hold the key to the world's security
Any price they'll pay to me, pay to me

Change my face somewhere
Lose myself out there
Change the way I speak
My past I will delete

I'll never know just how I made it out alive
But when I look into the future
I look through a different eye

It doesn't really matter what they need to know
'Cause I can blow the lid off any scandal
That they want to be exposed

I hold the key to the world's security
Any price they'll pay to me, pay to me

I'll change my name, a different look
Another page in my life's book
It makes no difference just who I am
I'll take the money from Mother Russia or Uncle Sam

I'm filled with secrets of a nation
Here at your disposal to benefit my greed
I take my liberties wherever I can find them
I am protected by the crime that lies behind