Dear oh dear Benjamin. Who have you sold your soul to for a bit more silver. You'll be an agent again before Christmas unless things turn around.
As their lies wash you down and their promises rust You'll see kidney machines replaced by rockets and guns And the public wants what the public gets
Something's happening here today A show of strength with your boy's brigade And they are so happy and they're so kind They want more money - of course you don't mind
To be fair he must be an absolute beginner to get a job in that strange town he will end up on the funeral pyre after swallowing the bitterest pill. Pity poor Benji.