Who could I be if I could get free of the mafia pulling all the strings on my life? How can I ever find out? What recourse does a target like me have against the wealthiest criminals on earth who own almost everything? The ones who could show up in every town I went to wherever I went so they could play their game and throw me in the trash - as is their wont. Why do they need to work together to destroy lives like this? Will someone ever ask D what she gets out of throwing her own life into the trash just to try and take me and Elvis down with her?
Something to do with the local government/secret societies. The good looking people with lots of money and no clear job who can never ever keep their story straight. Someone picks up the phone probably in England or New York and off these creeps go running all carrying the same script.
I am quite certain this song has something to do with the fact that secret society types surrounded me when I was in Brazil (yes yes yes!!!) and that they worked together to trash what could have been a very pleasant and rewarding life for me.