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Time for a rehashed oldie but goodie.
Pete
Lisa McPherson (tune of Eleanor Rigby, apologies to Lennon and McCartney)
I pity all those brainwashed people! I pity all those brainwashed people!
Lisa McPherson, picks up the cans in a “church” that is robbing her blind, Losing her mind. Waits for the qual guy, puts on the face that she uses to pass an exam, Soul in a jam!
All those poor, duped people, Why are they so misled? All those poor, duped people, Their fortunes all dry-bled!
David Miscavige decided that he would C/S the McPherson case, What a mistake. Look at him writing, words that would order her locked up seventeen days there, What did he care?
All those poor, duped people, Why are they so misled? All those poor, duped people, Their fortunes all dry bled!
I pity all those brainwashed people! I pity all those brainwashed people!
Lisa McPherson died in a “church” that then tried to bury her name, A shit-storm came. Chairman Miscavige, wiping the blood from his hands as he ignores her grave, “Tough break, huh, Dave?”
All those poor, duped people, Why are they so misled? All those poor, duped people, Their fortunes all dry-bled!
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