Songs with conspiracy-related lyrics

[Btodd]

I heard this song for the first time in a while recently, and thought I would post it here, since it references different conspiracies. You have any lyrics that mention popular conspiracies? Post 'em, please.

ANIMAL FARM by Clutch

Listen up you stinking maggots, it seems you just don't get it.
Well I've been appointed to inform you, your days are numbered.
You would cry, you would scream
If you knew half the things I see.
Please, please just do as I say,
Repent and leave your evil ways.

Meanwhile....planes drop from the sky,
People disappear and bullets fly.
Little grey men are coming our way,
(Tastes just like chicken, they say.)
Actually they're all around.
Secret bunkers underground.
Round 'em up, skin 'em alive,
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rawhide.

Carter is a clone.
Dozen brothers 'round the globe.
MJ-12 damned us to hell.
Scroll & Key, Skull & Bone.
It's only just begun.
The best is yet to come.
Area 51,
The spawn of Babylon.

Couldn't give a damn about "J.F.K.",
Everything's conspiracy.
Wouldn't be surprised if they have their way
(Tastes just like chicken, they say.)
I know it's hard to swallow.
It must sound too far fetched.
But you can bet your bottom dollar
I ain't going like the rest.

[PhantomWolf]

Man on the Moon by R.E.M

Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monopoly, twenty one, checkers, and chess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's play Twister, let's play Risk. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
See you in heaven if you make the list. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple good. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are you having fun?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

Here's a little agit for the never-believer. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's a little ghost for the offering. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling (wrestling bears). Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Hey Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey baby, are we losing touch?
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
If you believed they put a man on the moon, man on the moon
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool

[tuc0]

Ministry - Lies Lies Lies

Gentlemen we have called you together to inform you that we are going to overthrow the United States government
Do you still think that jet fuel brought down the World Trade Center?
[Laughter]
Does anybody else see a problem here?
If the government has nothing to hide why are they so afraid to answer a few questions?
This story does not add up

[Verse 1]
I'm on a mission to never forget
3,000 people that I've never met
We want some answers and all that we get
Some kind of **** about a terrorist threat
Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies [x3]
Surprise surprise

Lies Lies

[Verse 2]
I'm on a mission to dig up the truth
You think we're stupid and there's no proof
Well let me tell you that the time has come
To pull the trigger on the smoking gun
Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies [x3]
Surprise surprise

Lies Lies Lies Lies

[Chorus]
Don't listen to me listen to your head
Don't listen
Don't listen to anything, they've said
Don't listen

Lies Lies Lies Lies

America has been hijacked
Not by Al Qaeda, not by Bin Laden
But by a group of tyrants
That should be of great concern to all Americans

[Verse 3]
I'm on a mission to bring out the facts
You got your stories but they all have cracks
Misinformation, lies and deceit
What made you think that we were all asleep
Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies [x3]
Surprise surprise

Lies Lies Lies Lies

[Chorus]
Don't listen to me listen to your head
Don't listen
Don't listen to anything, they've said
Don't listen

Lies Lies Lies Lies

[Outro Chorus:]
Don't listen to me listen to your head
Lies Lies Lies Lies

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Yeah... Al Jourgensen is a ct nutcase, but the song is good so I don't really care. Some of the quotes are taken from Loose Change I believe.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXIVoKrn9uQ

[CYiNCE]

Immortal Technique Cause of Death

A bad assed song...too bad its mostly false.

[Talking]
Immortal Technique
Revolutionary Volume 2
Yeah, broadcasting live from Harlem, New York
Let the truth be known..

[Verse 1]
You better watch what the **** flies outta ya mouth
Or I'ma hijack a plane and fly it into your house
Burn your apartment with your family tied to the couch
And slit your throat, so when you scream, only blood comes out
I doubt that there could ever be...a more wicked MC
'Cuz AIDs infested child molesters aren't sicker than me
I see the world for what it is, beyond the white and the black
The way the government downplays historical facts
'Cuz the United States sponsored the rise of the 3rd Reich
Just like the CIA trained terrorists to the fight
Build bombs and sneak box cutters onto a flight
When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic
But I refused the offer, 'cuz God sent me to strike
With skills unused like fallopian tubes on a dyke
My words'll expose George Bush and Bin Laden
As two separate parts of the same seven headed dragon
And you can't fathom the truth, so you don't hear me
You think illuminati's just a ****in conspiracy theory?
That's why Conservative racists are all runnin' ****
And your phone is tapped by the Federal Government
So I'm jammin' frequencies in ya brain when you speak to me
Technique will rip a rapper to pieces indecently
Pack weapons illegally, because I'm never hesitant
Sniper scoping a commission controllin the president

[Hook]
Father, forgive them, for they don't know right from wrong
The truth will set you free, written down in this song
And the song has the Cause of Death written in code
The Word of God brought to life, that'll save ya soul..

Save ya soul ****************...save ya soul..

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I hacked the Pentagon for self-incriminating evidence
Of Republican manufactured white powder pestilence
Marines Corps. flat (?) vest, with the guns and ammo
Spittin' bars like a demon stuck inside a piano
Turn a Sambo into a soldier with just one line
Now here's the truth about the system that'll **** up your mind
They gave Al Queda 6 billion dollars in 1989 to 1992
And now the last chapters of Revelations are coming true
And I know a lot of people find it hard to swallow this
Because subliminal bigotry makes you hate my politics
But you act like America wouldn't destroy two buildings
In a country that was sponsoring bombs dropped on our children
I was watching the Towers, and though I wasn't the closest
I saw them crumble to the Earth like they was full of explosives
And they thought nobody noticed the news report that they did
About the bombs planted on the George Washington bridge
Four Non-Arabs arrested during the emergency
And then it disappeared from the news permanently
They dubbed a tape of Osama, and they said it was proof
"Jealous of our freedom," I can't believe you bought that excuse
Rockin a mother****ing flag don't make you a hero
Word to Ground Zero
The Devil crept into Heaven, God overslept on the 7th
The New World Order was born on September 11

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
And just so Conservatives don't take it to heart
I don't think Bush did it, 'cuz he isn't that smart
He's just a stupid puppet taking orders on his cell phone
From the same people that sabotaged Senator Wellstone
The military industry got it poppin' and lockin'
Looking for a way to justify the Wolfowitz Doctrine
And as a matter of fact, Rumsfeld, now that I think back
Without 9/11, you couldn't have a war in Iraq
Or a Defense budget of world conquest proportions
Kill freedom of speech and revoke the right to abortions
Tax cut extortion, a blessing to the wealthy and wicked
But you still have to answer to the Armageddon you scripted
And Dick Cheney, you ****in leech, tell them your plans
About building your pipelines through Afghanistan
And how Israeli troops trained the Taliban in Pakistan
You might have some house niggaz fooled, but I understand
Colonialism is sponsored by corporations
That's why Halliburton gets paid to rebuild nations
Tell me the truth, I don't scare into paralysis
I know the CIA saw Bin Laden on dialysis
In '98 when he was Top Ten for the FBI
Government ties is really why the Government lies
Read it yourself instead of asking the Government why
'Cuz then the Cause of Death will cause the propaganda to die..

[TS-]

^ On that same note.
Warning, NSFW language.
youtube.com/watch?v=tD5WlQ54Sg0

About that and this thread in general, it's unfortunate that so many talented people are ass-hats. BTW that song lists Emimen as being in the song, but his voice was lifted from a different one and insterted into the chorus of this one.

[rwguinn]

Gord Lightfoot:
When he was a man, my father would stand
I never saw him run
There wasn't anyone could make the man bend
And the strength of his will was the tool of his trade
And he did his work well
Til the powers that be took a liking to him
And they traded his body for a cold empty shell
Don't beat me down,
Don't beat me down,
I've got something to say, don't you stand in my way
And don't beat me down
When I was a youth, I found the truth in the eyes of a friend
There wasn't anyone could make the light dim
And we talked and we rambled and we gambled to win
And the learning was good, til the powers that be to a liking to him
And they traded their fortunes for the sight of his blood
When I was a child my mother smiled at the cradle she bought
For the little tot she held to her breast
And the song that she sang was an anthem to love
It was all that I heard, til the powers that be took a liking to me
And they told me that love was a four-letter word
Don't beat me down, don't beat me down
I've got one life to live and that's all I can give, so don't beat me down
Now I've got a place, got a worried face and the question in mind
Please let me find a reason somehow
While some reap the harvest while other men die
And the joker runs wild and if powers that be take a liking to us
Then we all must return to the ways of a child
We all must return to the ways of a child
So don't beat me down, don't beat me down
I've got something to say, don't you stand in my way and don't beat me down
I've got one life to life and that's all I can give
So don't beat me down, don't beat me down, don't beat me down

[dudalb]

^ On that same note.
Warning, NSFW language.
youtube.com/watch?v=tD5WlQ54Sg0

About that and this thread in general, it's unfortunate that so many talented people are ass-hats. BTW that song lists Emimen as being in the song, but his voice was lifted from a different one and insterted into the chorus of this one.



What they are doing is keeping up the image that Rock Stars are violently anti establishment.
Of course the irony is that multi millionaire rock stars have become about as establishment as you can get in most ways.

[bynmdsue]

The Conspiracy Song - the 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

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

from the 1992 release Soul Rotation

[kookbreaker]

The Dead Milkmen are a goldmine of CT-realted lyrics:

Stuart:

You know what, Stuart, I LIKE YOU. You're not like the other
people, here, in the trailer park.

Oh, don't go get me wrong. They're fine people, they're
good Americans. But they're content to sit back, maybe
watch a little Mork and Mindy on channel 57, maybe kick
back a cool, Coors 16-ouncer. They're good, fine people,
Stuart. But they don't know ... what the queers are doing
to the soil!

You know that Jonny Wurster kid, the kid that delivers papers
in the neighborhood. He's a foreign kid. Some of the neighbors
say he smokes crack, but I don't believe it.

Anyway, for his tenth birthday, all he wanted was a Burrow Owl.
Kept bugging his old man. "Dad, get me a burrow owl. I'll never
ask for anything else as long as I live." So the guy
breaks down and buys him a burrow owl.

Anyway, 10:30, the other night, I go out in my yard, and there's
the Wurster kid, looking up in the tree. I say, "What are
you looking for?" He says "I'm looking for my burrow owl."
I say, "Jumping Jesus on a Pogo Stick. Everybody knows
the burrow owl lives. In a hole. In the ground. Why the hell do you
think they call it a burrow owl, anyway?" Now Stuart, do you
think a kid like that is going to know what the queers are
doing to the soil?

I first became aware of this about ten years ago, the summer
my oldest boy, Bill Jr. died. You know that carnival comes into
town every year? Well this year they came through with a ride
called The Mixer. The man said, "Keep your head, and arms, inside
the Mixer at all times." But Bill Jr, he was a DAAAREDEVIL, just
like his old man. He was leaning out saying "Hey everybody,
Look at me! Look at me!" Pow! He was decapitated! They found
his head over by the snow cone concession.

A few days after that, I open up the mail. And there's a pamphlet
in there. From Pueblo, Colorado, and it's addressed to Bill, Jr.
And it's entitled, "Do you know what the queers are doing to our
soil?"

Now, Stuart, if you look at the soil around any large US city,
there's a big undeground homosexual population. Des Moines, Iowa,
for an example. Look at the soil around Des Moines, Stuart.
You can't build on it; you can't grow anything in it. The government
says it's due to poor farming. But I know what's really going on,
Stuart. I know it's the queers. They're in it with the aliens.
They're building landing strips for gay Martians, I swear to
God.

You know what, Stuart, I like you. You're not like the other
people, here in this trailer park.

Or Joey Bazooka:

Tuesday - yes, it was Tuesday
When I saw my congressman coming out of the titty bar
He didn't look like my congressman, but that's okay
Nobody really looks like themselves anymore
I think its got something to do with that crap
They've been pouring into the water
I decided it might be wise to follow the congressman
Just to see what he was up to.
After all, my tax dollars do pay his salary.
The congressman got into a taxi, so I hailed a taxi
Despite the obvious dangers involved
And the coloured voices in my head began to sing:

All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can hear it all, yes I can hear it all
All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can even hear the little insects crawl

The congressman was in taxi number 23
And I was in cab 17
But numbers are meaningless in this kind of cat and squid game
My driver was an Aries
And he laughed when I said "Follow that cab!"
And he kept laughing until he saw the cold blue steel of Little Elvis
"Keep your god-damn hands off that radio!" I warned him
"I work for the government!"
This is actually a half truth
I'm really a bike courier
But I make a lot of deliveries to government offices.
That's where I heard about the cheese.
And the coloured voices in my head kept singing:

All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can hear it all, yes I can hear it all
All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can even hear the little insects crawl

There's this super secret government program called
"Operation the cheese stands alone"
It's the congressmen's pet project
They claim that they're giving surplus cheese to the needy
I, of course, have my suspicions
After 15 very quiet minutes
The congressman's cab pulled up outside a warehouse
I had the Aries circle around the building and drop me off.
He seemed to be grasping the importance of my mission
Since he said I didn't have to pay him.
As long as I promised to stay very far away from him and his taxi.
I swear, some people just don't want to get involved.

All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can hear it all, yes I can hear it all
All I gotta do is put my ear to the wall
And I can even hear the little insects crawl

So I walked into that cold dark place
Little Elvis drawn and ready for action
I too was ready -
Ready for the moment when I would be a real American

All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can have it all, yes I can have it all
All I gotta do is bang my head on the wall
And I can even make the little insects crawl

[Brainster]

"Everything You Know Is Wrong"

I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane
With a rabid wolverine in my underwear
When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat
Popped right up and cupped his hands across my eyes

I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?"
"Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?"
"Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?"
I probably would have kept on guessing
But about that time we crashed into the truck

And as I'm laying bleeding there on the asphalt
Finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer
Who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me

Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
Important doesn't matter

Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong

I was walkin' to the kitchen for some Golden Grahams
When I accidentally stepped into an alternate dimension
And soon I was abducted by some aliens from space
Who kinda looked like Jamie Farr

They sucked out my internal organs
And they took some polaroids
And said I was a darn good sport
And as a way of saying thank you
They offered to transport me back to
Any point in history that I would care to go

And so I had them send me back to last Thursday night
So I could pay my phone bill on time
Just then the floating disembodied head of
Colonel Sanders started yelling

Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
Important doesn't matter

Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong

I was just about to mail a letter to my evil twin
When I got a nasty papercut
And, well, to make a long story short
It got infected and I died

So now I'm up in heaven with St. Peter
By the pearly gates
And it's obvious he doesn't like
The Nehru jacket that I'm wearing
He tells me that they've got a dress code

Well, he lets me into heaven anyway
But I get the room next to the noisy ice machine
For all eternity
And every day he runs by screaming

Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you used to think was so important
Doesn't really matter anymore
Because the simple fact remains that

Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong
Everything you know is wrong

:D

Oddly enough, there was a Firesign Theatre Album many years back called Everything You Know Is Wrong, which was addressed to "seekers" and noted that if you have never been a special person before, you are one now:

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Funny stuff although like all Firesign Theatre albums, it goes off onto nutty tangents; dang those guys clearly had the best drugs available.

Then there's the quite catchy Building 7 song:

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9-11, 9-11 what went down with Building 7?

[skepticalcriticalguy]

"The Fourth Reich" by Warrior Soul
(a heavy metal band, whose studio was a couple blocks away from the WTC).

reporter: This is the closest we can get to the base of the World Trade Center, you can see the firemen assembled here, the police officers... you can see the towers... A Huge explosion! Now raining debris on all of us! We'd better get out of the way!!!

Bush: Terrorism against our nation will not stand
and now if you'd join me in a moment of silence...

(HEAVY GUITAR RIFFING)

Who is sick
of this war
And the one bloody system, oil company whores
Aren't you sick
of the endless corporate lies
From Washington, the Pentagon, and the London banking tribe

Fight back on every front
Trash all the cameras
Stick to your guns...

Mass media
controlled by
Defense corporations that send your kids to die
All good soldiers
they do what's right
Blow off all illegal orders
Stop the rise of the Fourth Reich

Stop the rise of the Fourth Reich
Stop the rise of the Fourth Reich
Stop the rise of the Fourth Reich
Stop the rise of the Fourth Reich

Ooh ooh ooh, ooh ooh ooh, oh yeah

They built detention centers
For all of you dissenters
To die from torture and disease
It's time to fight back
It's time for us to act
and stop this corporate war machine

We start locally
Where we have authority
They pour the bodies on you and me

Destroy the war machine
Destroy the war machine
Destroy the war machine
with the truth from 9/11
Destroy the war machine
Destroy the war machine
Destroy the war machine
with the truth from 9/11
Destroy the war machine
and live in peace
Destroy the war machine
with the truth from 9/11
Destroy the war machine
and live in peace
Destroy the war machine
with the truth from 9/11

reporter: ...part of this conspiracy, the FBI has confirmed that they have no hard evidence relating Osama Bin Laden to the events of 9/11...

The neocons
brought the towers down
They planted bombs
three months before

Stop the rise of the Fourth Reich
Stop the rise of the Fourth Reich
Stop the rise of the Fourth Reich
Stop the rise, (stop the rise)

Destroy the war machine
and live in peace
Stop the rise of the Fourth Reich
with the truth from 9/11
Destroy the war machine
and live in peace
Destroy the war machine
with the truth from 9/11

Destroy the war machine
and live in peace
Destroy the war machine
with the truth from 9/11

Bush: ... these acts of mass murder were intended to frighten our nation into chaos

[skepticalcriticalguy]

I know you're working for the CIA
they wouldn't have you in the Mafia

Why can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends?
Why can't we be friends?

----War

[Professor Yaffle]

Dave the Moon Man by Looper.

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Drunk, and lying outside on the lawn-
Dave the Moonman.
He'd look up at the blurred stars, as the dew on the grass soaked through the back of his jacket and the back of his trousers, and then he'd look towards the moon. All that distance from the surface he was pinned down on to the surface glowing in the darkness, with nothing but space all the way in between. Nothing to hold onto. And yet, someone had managed to get there. Someone had managed to do that. A truly impossible thing. So he'd get up out of the grass, light-hearted again. It made everything else possible. Anything you could think of, anything you were stuck with, it could be done. Because that had been done. Someone had got up and gone to the moon. And nothing else was more impossible than that.
Dave the Moonman.
But sober and playing around on the internet he started to find bits and pieces, Dave the Moonman. Things about the Van-Allen Belt, and about Kodak film and dual light sources. And he talked to people who knew about similar stuff, and he read bits in magazines and books.
The first time I met him was at a party. He was surrounded by a group of people and he was giving short lectures about all the stuff he had learned, going round the party one group at a time with all the energy of someone newly-born to a religion. You had to wait your turn if you wanted him to tell you about it, so I waited my turn.
The first thing was the Van-Allen Belt, he said; an outer layer of the atmosphere that all the shuttle flights stay inside, that protects the earth from radiation. He raid somewhere that if the astronauts had really gone beyond that, and gone all the way to the moon, the radiation would have killed them soon afterwards. Then there were the photographs of the astronauts walking on the moon. He said you could tell from the shadows that the light sources were all wrong, which suggested studio lighting. And there was something about the photograph of the footprint too. If a moon boot could leave such a deep impression on the surface of the moon, then the thrust of the rocket when it was landing should have forced two big mounds up on either side of the rocket. But there are none in the pictures.
There was a whole load of stuff. A whole load of stuff more than that. And so he was coming to believe it was a hoax, and that no-one had ever been to the moon.
I thought he had a mission, Dave the Moonman, to prove to everyone that no-one had ever landed on the moon. But that wasn't it at all. He was telling everyone all this stuff he'd learned cause he was hoping someone could prove to him it was wrong, and it wasn't just a hoax. Cause dreaming was so much harder otherwise. And it was so much harder to find the belief to get things done- lying out on the lawn at night, drunk, with the dew soaking through the back of your jacket. And all that distance between here and there. And he really wanted to believe that people had travelled to the moon in that crazy rocket, that looked as if it was made out of tin-foil and cardboard. He really wanted to believe that they'd managed to get it there, just by strapping enough fuel on, even though today you probably wouldn't trust it to get you down the shops.
Dave the Moonman...

[Whiplash]

Slayer, Divine Intervention seems to be about alien abuduction:

5. Divine Intervention

Awaken
In a web like Hell
How did I reach this place
Why are they haunting me
I cannot look at God's face

Paralysing
Brilliant light
Trying to run
Want to scream, but cannot speak
I cannot look at God's face

Blind my eyes, I cannot see
What is being done to me
In my mind is only pain
All the memories are drained

Victimized
Specimen
Deathless torture
Void with no mercy
Black shroud blinds those who see

Violated
Naked before you I stand
Shattered shrine of flesh and bone
God's piercing through my soul

Segments of my life
Morbid pieces of reality
Twisted personality
Many faces yet faceless
Familiar things give way to strange
No mercy no reason just pain

Fatal
Sub-conscious control
Threshhold of pain unfolds
Transfixed martyr saving race
Who am I to judge thy grace

Awaken
In a web like Hell
How did I reach this place
Why are they haunting me
I cannot look at God's face

Blind my eyes, I cannot see
What is being done to me
In my mind is only pain
All the memories are drained

[~enigma~]

About 75% of Megadeth's album United Abominations. I mentioned it over at LCF when it first came out and quite predictably I was told shut up you boot licking jrefer scum.

[tyr_13]

Hanger 18 by Megadeth

Welcome to our fortress tall
Take some time to show you around
Impossible to break these walls
For you see the steel is much too strong
Computer banks to rule the world
Instruments to sight the stars

Possibly Ive seen to much
Hangar 18 I know too much

Foreign life forms inventory
Suspended state of cryogenics
Selective amnesias the story
Believed foretold but whod suspect
The military intelligence
Two words combined that cant make sense

Possibly Ive seen to much
Hangar 18 I know too much

[skepticalcriticalguy]

Jackson Browne from "For America":

As if freedom was a question of might
As if loyalty was black and white
You hear people say all the time
"My country wrong or right"
I want to know what that't got to do
With what it takes to find out what's true
With everyone from the President on down
Trying to keep it from you



Jackson strikes again in "Lives In The Balance":

Ive been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that youve seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war

And theres a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs

On the radio talk shows and the t.v.
You hear one thing again and again
How the u.s.a. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends--
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally cant take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

Theres a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we cant even say the names

They sell us the president the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But theyre never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire

[rwguinn]

more Lightfoot:
Well there was an old man sitting in his mansion on the hill
And he thought of his good fortune and the time he'd yet o kill
Well he called to his wife one day, "Come sit with me awhile"
Then turning toward the sunset, he smiled a wicked smile
"Well I'd like to say I'm sorry for the sinful deeds I've done
But let me first remind you, I'm a patriotic son"
They tried to do their duty and it took 'em straight to hell
They might be in some prison, I hope they're treated well
The songs of the wars are as old as the hills
They cling like the rust on the cold steel that kills
They tell of the boys who went down to the tracks
In a patriotic manner with the cold steel on their backs
The train pulled away on that glorious night
The drummer got drunk and the bugler got tight
While the boys in the back sang a song of good cheer
While riding off to glory in the spring of their years
The patriot's dream still lives on today
It makes mothers weep and it makes lovers pray
Let's drink to the men who got caught by the chill
Of the patriotic fever and the cold steel that kills
(The Patriot's Dream)





and again...
All their games are ended now, their voices have been stilled
Their fathers built the tools of war by which they all were killed
Their mothers made the uniforms showing which side they were on
And the young boys were the middle men for the guns to prey upon
You've seen the fires in the night, watched the devil as he smiled
You've heard a mothers mournful cry as she searches for her child
You've seen the lines of refugees, the faces of despair
And wondered at the wise men who never seem to care....(Lost Children)

[Ysidro]

Soul Coughing, "Unmarked Helicopters"

Whose song is that remembered?
At random, surpenting
Throught fatty coils, emerging
Some other thought it's thinking
This light stands above the
Houses on the ground
This illumination
Visited upon the whole land
Unmarked helicopters
Hovering
The lord is coming soon

Here comes the super copter
Here comes the noise it makes
The demon was an idea
The demon is awake
Scratch mark traced across the
Surface of your mind
This hour, now upon us
The hour, now arrived

Unmarked helicopters
Hovering
The lord is coming soon
Unmarked helicopters
Hovering
They said it was a weather balloon

But i know the truth
I know the whole shebang
I know the names of men they had to hang
I let her out the trunk
Heard what she said at them
They've come to drag us through the double M
It goes black black black black and blacker...

Unmarked helicopters
Hovering
The lord is coming soon
Unmarked helicopters
Hovering
They said it was a weather balloon
It was a weather balloon...
Whose song is that remembered?
At random, surpenting
Throught fatty coils, emerging
Some other thought it's thinking
This light stands above the
Houses on the ground
This illumination
Visited upon the whole land
Unmarked helicopters
Hovering
The lord is coming soon

Here comes the super copter
Here comes the noise it makes
The demon was an idea
The demon is awake
Scratch mark traced across the
Surface of your mind
This hour, now upon us
The hour, now arrived

Unmarked helicopters
Hovering
The lord is coming soon
Unmarked helicopters
Hovering
They said it was a weather balloon

But i know the truth
I know the whole shebang
I know the names of men they had to hang
I let her out the trunk
Heard what she said at them
They've come to drag us through the double M
It goes black black black black and blacker...

Unmarked helicopters
Hovering
The lord is coming soon
Unmarked helicopters
Hovering
They said it was a weather balloon
It was a weather balloon...

[negativ]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thing-Fish

[skepticalcriticalguy]

"Blown Away" by awesome heavy metal band Warrior Soul, from mid-90s.


The cash flows out
The drugs roll in
The nations rage
While the children sin

Officials
addicted to dough
The bankers grin
But we all know

They can't stop it
'Cause they're linin' their pockets

We're blown away
in the U.S.A.
We're blown away
every single day

They can't stop it
'Cause they're buyin' their rockets

We're blown away in the U.S.A.

Overseas
They love our green
Keep us happy
With their little machines
We live on credit
We live on dope
There's no promise
When you're livin' on hope

We're blown away
in the U.S.A.
We're blown away
every single day

Kiss the sunshine

[parky76]

The entire X-Files soundtrack. =)

[zaphod2016]

Queensryche, Operation Mindcrime- chock full of CT goodness. One of my personal favs, "Spreading the Disease":

Religion and sex are powerplays
Manipulate the people for the money they pay
Selling skin, selling god
The numbers look the same on their credit cards
Politicians say no to drugs
While we pay for wars in south america

[saudi arabia, on tour]

Fighting fire with empty words
While the banks get fat
And the poor stay poor
And the rich get rich
And the cops get paid
To look away
As the one percent rules america

[Oliver]

My Favorite Twoof-Song:
DJoyGG4UJls
Lyrics:
http://www.remoconscious.com/lies.html

[ParrotPirate]

Negativ-love the Dobbs button! Conspiracy song-"Subliminal" by Suicidal Tendancies. Don't remember all of it, but It starts like: "They're F***in' with me,subliminally,
Hidden messages on my T.V.

[Mancman]

Ice Cube presents JFK, Malcolm X and crack cocaine conspiracies in When Will They Shoot? It's a bit censored.


God damn, another ****** payback with a twist
Them mother******* shot but the punks missed
Ice Cube is out-gunned, what is the outcome?
Will they do me like Malcolm?
Cause I bust styles, new styles, standin - strong!
While others Run a Hundred Miles
But I never run, never will
Deal with the devil with my mother****** steel - BOOM!
Media try to do me
But I was a Boy-N-the-Hood before the movie, yeah
Call me *****, bigger than a spook
But you the one that voted for Duke, mother******
White man, is somethin I tried to study
But I got my hands bloody, yeah
They said I could sing like a Jaybird
But *****, don't say the J-word
I thought they was buggin
cause to us Uncle Sam, is Hitler without an oven
Burnin our black skin
Buy my neighborhood - then push the crack in
Doin us wrong from the first day
And don't understand why a ***** got an AK
Callin me an African-American
like everything is fair again, ****
Devil, you got to get the **** right I'm black
Blacker than a trillion midnights
Don't Believe the Hype was said in '88
by the great Chuck D, now they're tryin to **** me
".. with No Vaseline
Just a match and a little bit of gasoline.." - HUH!
It's a great day for genocide (What's that?)
That's the day all the ******* died
They killed JFK in '63
So what the **** you think they'll do to me?