Staring at the divine Message from above It has come to be The Conspiracy of Blah! Choked up all the freeway All so freely bound To genuflect together In an Exxon Mobil Cloud He slouches through the canvas In a shopping mall Before his bell rang out He said 'this happens to you all!' Muzak plays From the stereo above It has come to soundtrack Conspiracy of Blah! Won't you touch me now, Dear Before we go insane 'cause all that's in my brain Is the Conspiracy of Shame! We'll walk the streets naked No one will raise a head We'll lay down on the road With the Conspiracy of Dread! We'll burn off our catastrophes Flesh of my flesh Boiling in a pot With the Conspiracy of Mesh! Muzak plays From the stereo above It has come to soundtrack Conspiracy of Blah!