You know the ones. The guys who aren't there when you turn around, the ones that hunt you down and knock you out cold before dragging you to wherever they think you should be. Them. Call them what you want; The FBI, the men in the black, the secret service. I don't know, myself; I never bothered to ask. I was too busy running.
There was a man upon the stair,
when I looked back, he wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I think he's from the CIA.
— Variation of Antigonish
"There's no such thing as Men in Black."
I hear the music, daylight disc.
Three Men in Black said "Don't report this
Ascension," and that's all they said.
Sickness now, the hours dread.
INS Agent Janus: Who are you, really?
Agent Kay: Really? (dons glasses) I am just a figment of your imagination.
Those men in black with the matching suitcases
Where everything is on a need-to-know basis.
— "Weird Al" Yankovic
, Party in the CIA