The Conspiracy Song Lyrics - Dead Milkmen

Please let me tell you 

They own our homes, they own our banks 

We take out loans to buy them tanks 

They own our children, they own our pets 

The owned Elvis and Bernhard Goetz 

They own our rugs and our flower pots 

There ain't nothin' they haven't got 

They own the papers and the TV's 

The water works, record companies 

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Let me remind you 

They own the talk shows 

They make the rules 

They own Geraldo and Donahue 

They own the state, they own the church 

They pick the winners on Star Search 

They own the Christians, they own the Jews 

They own the Moslems, Mormons, too 

They put the holes in our socks 

They put that snake in my mail box 

From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli 

We are all tools of the conspiracy 

From the littlest baby to the biggest V.I.P. 

We are all tools of the conspiracy 

Run to the window, they're coming to get you 

Hide in the basement, they're coming to get you 

Flee to the rooftop, they're coming to get you 

Don't go outside, no don't let them get you 

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Someone should tell you, 

They own the CIA and the IRS 

They tell us where to shop and how to dress 

They own the workers, they own the boss 

They know what's in the secret sauce 

They own the drugs, they own the narcs 

We all know they own Dick Clark 

They own it all, they own everything 

They write the songs that make the whole world sing