Conspiracy Theorist Lyrics

Never got rid of your nervous twitch, it scratches your brain like some kind of itch

Do you remember the night before, when I explained to you in all simple terms that the government

Has been steering your life from the stern

How much fun it must be to wear a tinfoil hat, the public figures broadcast from a dark mark on a map

Come to the funeral quickly and don't drive through the mist

As we celebrate the life of a conspiracy theorist, he'll be sorely missed

It's almost funny when you obsess, connecting dots inside your head, that the moon isn't

Real and the photos are fake and aliens crash into American lakes

How much fun it must be to wear a tinfoil hat, the public figures broadcast from a dark mark on a map

Come to the funeral quickly and don't drive through the mist

As we celebrate the life of a conspiracy theorist, he'll be sorely missed

My friend, how you indulge me with my silly little rhyme, but they can't know that you're alive and that you've lost your mind

I feel them watching all the time and now it's clear to see, they've long forgotten you, and now they're after me

How much fun it must be to wear a tinfoil hat, the public figures broadcast from a dark mark on a map

Come to the funeral quickly and don't drive through the mist

As we celebrate the life of a conspiracy theorist, he'll be sorely missed