Dead Milkmen - The Conspiracy Song Lyrics
Please let me tell you,They own our homes, they own our banksWe take out loans to buy them tanksThey own our children, they own our petsThe owned Elvis and Bernhard GoetzThey own our rugs and our flower potsThere ain't nothin' they haven't gotThey own the papers and the TV'sThe water works, record companiesLet me remind you,They own the talk showsThey make the rulesThey own Geraldo and DonahueThey own the state, they own the churchThey pick the winners on Star SearchThey own the Christians, they own the JewsThey own the Moslems, Mormons, tooThey put the holes in our socksThey put that snake in my mail box>From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of TripoliWe are all tools of the conspiracy>From the littlest baby to the biggest V.I.P.We are all tools of the conspiracyRun to the window, they're coming to get youHide in the basement, they're coming to get youFlee to the rooftop, they're coming to get youDon't go outside, no don't let them get youSomeone should tell you,They own the CIA and the IRSThey tell us where to shop and how to dressThey own the workers, they own the bossThey know what's in the secret sauceThey own the drugs, they own the narcsWe all know they own Dick ClarkThey own it all, they own everythingThey write the songs that make the whole world sing------------------------------------------------------
