Lyrics Conspiracy by The Rentals

I don’t know about our institutions
The fairytales they taught us in class
They never told the truth about anything
That’s just a fact
Awe, no, we’ll never know the truth about Elvis
You say, he’s living in Jim Morrison’s flat?
Hiding away with Princess Diana just trying to relax?

Tell me, what should I really try to believe? (Conspiracy)
Yeah, tell me and I will try to believe your conspiracy (Conspiracy)

The intel inside The War Room
Is hid behind a code we can’t crack
The secret bunkers down in Grand Central
Are filled to the max
And you say, a hundred and seventy-six miles outside of Vegas
Is where Stanley filmed that spacecraft
That’s where Tricky Dick faked the moon landing
Then had a nice laugh (ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)

Tell me, what should I really try to believe? (Conspiracy)
(Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me; show me, show me, show me, show me)
(Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me; know me, know me, know me, know me)
Yeah, tell me and I will try to believe your conspiracy (Conspiracy)

In the hills, in the hills, in the Ellensburg Hills
Rumors of the paranormal
There’s hole, there’s a hole, Mel’s bottomless hole
It must be some kind of portal

Tell me, what should I really try to believe?

You say, Elvis lives with The Lizard King? (tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me)
They’re with Princess Di, tell me one more thing…
2Pac and Kurt Cobain, do they live there too? (show me, show me, show me, show me)
Is Andy Kaufman still playing tricks on you?
There are UFOs (Conspiracy), Art Bell told you so
They crashed Northwest of here in New Mexico
Check the Baltic Sea (Conspiracy), on the ocean floor
Swear to secrecy and tell me just one more

Conspiracy (Conspiracy)
Conspiracy (Conspiracy)