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