Description

What's fact and what's fiction??! Not just moon landings or assassinations, but love affairs too...

Lyrics

Conspiracy
Words/ Music : © 2015 Peter Baker 07831 231 869
e-mail: peter@songnet.co.uk

INTRO: We’re the new conspiracy……
V1)
They say we never landed on the moon
A made-up scam to win the race
The radiation was not understood
They would have fried in outer space

Hear a bit of this
Hear a bit of that
Mix it all around
And it all comes out as fact!

Ch)
Theories come and theories go
Seeds of doubt, they plant and grow
Conspiracy’s a human trait
No-one puts things down to fate

Lies and cover-ups abound
Heard the one that does the rounds?
The craziest conspiracy
Seems that you’re in love with me

V2)
Strange ‘bout that Di & Dodi accident
That Merc should kept them both alive
The strength of chassis would have slightly bent
Not if you’re chased by MI5

Hear a bit of this
Hear a bit of that
Mix it all around
And it all comes out as fact!

Ch)
Theories come and theories go
Seeds of doubt, they plant and grow
Conspiracy’s a human trait
No-one puts things down to fate

Lies and cover-ups abound
Heard the one that does the rounds?
The craziest conspiracy
Seems that you’re in love with me

Yeah - they see that knowing glance
Holding closer when we dance
For I’m your Yin and you’re my Yan
Anti-matter; matter; bang!

Never friends when gossip talks
We’re too cool to sit like dorks
They’ve sussed us out, so can’t you see
We’re the new conspiracy

LINK)
Hear a bit of this
Hear a bit of that
Mix it all around
And it all comes out as fact!

Inst)

V3)
So what of JFK in 63?
Should we believe what we were told?
Was Oswald’s finger on the trigger then?
Or was it from the Grassy Knoll?

Hear a bit of this
Hear a bit of that
Mix it all around
And it all comes out as fact!

Ch)
Theories come and theories go
Seeds of doubt, they plant and grow
Conspiracy’s a human trait
No-one puts things down to fate

Lies and cover-ups abound
Heard the one that does the rounds?
The craziest conspiracy
Seems that you’re in love with me

Yeah - they see that knowing glance
Holding closer when we dance
For I’m your Yin and you’re my Yan
Anti-matter; matter; bang!

Never friends when gossip talks
We’re too cool to sit like dorks
They’ve sussed us out, so can’t you see
We’re the new conspiracy

Music & Words © Peter Baker 2015