Confusion in Traitor Town (Dubwood Re-rub) Out Cold (Simon Aldred project)

[Samples – William S. Burroughs]
Listen to my last words, anywhere!
Listen all you boards, governments
Syndicates, nations of the world
Yeah you, powers behind what filth deals
Consummated in what lavatory
To take what is not yours
To sell out your sons forever
To sell the ground from unborn feet forever?
For. Eve. R

Listen to my last words, any world
Listen if you value the bodies
For which you would sell all souls forever
I bear no sick words, junk words
Love words, forgive words from Jesus
I have not come to explain or tidy up
What am I doing over here with the workers, the gooks
The apes, the dogs, the errand boys, the human animals?
Why don't I come over with the board, and drink Coca-Cola and make it?

"Now for God's sake, don’t let that Coca-Cola thing out!"

"Don't let them see us, don't tell them what we are doing!"
Are these the words of the all powerful boards and syndicates of the Earth?
"Don't let them see us, don't tell them what we are doing!"