THE ANARCHIST FAKEBOOK                        © 2008 Acoustic Ross

i'm staying up late and i'm walking in the woods
got me a new song, but it ain't no good
weird al beat me to it by a year and a half
now all i'm left with is mid-tempo crap

at first i heard whispers then i saw a big black van
then like a vision the bespectacled man
he beckons me over, and he shows me the proof
hands me the book and he tells me the truth

conspiracy theory, in this book it reads more like fact
jfk and martin, the whole moon landing act
some big surprises, some i knew all along
just cause i'm paranoid don't mean i'm wrong

   i'm green with envy, yellow with fear
   tired as the thoughts i've been planting in your ears
   my whole manifesto a massive cliche
   all sound and fury... with nothing to say

tell the truth as i see it or at least as i see fit
sang this song so many times i almost believed it
now i have this knowledge, this unlimited wealth
i'll practice, i'll preach, i'll keep it to myself

i read the whole tale and i took it all to heart
what would we do if the lies fell apart?
how best to ensure a nation stays scared?
now i know the answer... i don't think i'll share

the masons, the vatican, illuminati, roswell and castro, the cia too
it's all connected, it's all in my head
i'd bring down the system, but what would that prove?
we'd just build a worse one, so i'm not telling you

   i'm green with envy, yellow with fear
   tired as the thoughts i've been planting in your ears
   my whole manifesto a massive cliche
   all sound and fury... with nothing to say.