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