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



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



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