Mississippi Bones - The Conspiracy Theorist | Текст песни

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Momma always said there’d be days like this.
She never said everyday would be this way.
Am I just killing time?
I’ve wasted so many years here and now the rooms have grown
So dark, so cold, with bugs in the walls and bugs in the halls
Peeking in on everything
I say every single day. It’s a damn shame.

The crowd screams for restitution.
They want a resolution now.
The cry in the street is revolution now.
And I say go on gas’r up chicky babe.
And I’m only gonna say it one time
Cause I don't chew my cabbage twice.
Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.
The same is the same, no matter what you say.
Be it the FBI or the CIA, they be watching me.

Cause I know secrets that they’ve been keeping,
And I’d be a dangerous man if I be speaking.
They’re watching me with eyes unblinking.
So I gotta keep moving on.

You might think I’m crazy, but I know the truth.
So just sit on down and I can tell you all about how
The Department of the Treasury is in league with Wal-Mart
Planning urgently
To switch to gift cards as our currency.

The crowd screams for restitution.
They want a resolution now.
The cry in the street is revolution now.
And I say go on gas’r up chicky babe.
And I’m only gonna say it one time cause I don't chew my cabbage twice.
Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies.
The same is the same, no matter what you say.
Be it the FBI or the CIA, they be watching me.

Cause I know secrets that they’ve been keeping,
And I’d be a dangerous man if I be speaking.
They’re watching me with eyes unblinking.
So I gotta keep moving on, or they’ll lock me up in area 51
With Hoffa’s brain and that fella from space,
Workin' their mind control juju upon my brain.

And if you knew what I knew you’d be careful too
Cause they’d be coming for you.
Got no one. Got no home. Got nowhere to rest these bones.
Faked my death, got nothing left. Ain’t no place for me to rest.
Got no one. Got no home. Got nowhere to rest these bones.
Faked my death, got nothing left. Ain’t no place for me to rest.