THE DEAD MILKMEN
The Conspiracy Song

from Soul Rotation

Tabbed by: Ben Gladdle (moose9377@hotmail.com)


Just bar chords again. Note that in the first verse, you play
the A and B chords several times. In the other verses, you only
play them once each, and the bass carries the verse. However,
I haven't managed to pick the bass out yet, so you'll have to
make do with this.


E             D#
Please let me tell you,
     A                   A
They own our homes, they own our banks
   A                 A
We take out loans to buy them tanks
     B                      B
They own our children, they own our pets
B                    B
They owned Elvis and Bernhard Goetz
     A                    A
They own our rugs and our flower pots
A                        A
There ain't nothin' they haven't got
     B                  B
They own the papers and the TV's
    B                   B     
The water works, record companies

Let me remind you,
They own the talk shows
They make the rules
They own Geraldo and Donahue
They own the state, they own the church
They pick the winners on Star Search
They own the Christians, they own the Jews
They own the Mormons, Moslems too
They put the holes in our socks
They put that snake in my mail box

         E             D#           B              G#
From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli
B          C#              E
We are all tools of the conspiracy
         E        D#          B           G#
From the littlest baby to the biggest V.I.P.
B          C#              E
We are all tools of the conspiracy

F#
Run to the window, they're coming to get you
Hide in the basement, they're coming to get you
G
Flee to the rooftop, they're coming to get you
G#                   A
Don't go outside, no don't let them get you

Someone should tell you,
The CIA and the IRS
Tell us where to shop and how to dress
They own the workers, they own the boss
They know what's in the secret sauce
They own the drugs, they own the narcs
We all know they own Dick Clark
They own it all, they own everything
They write the songs that make the whole world sing

From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli
We are all tools of the conspiracy
From the littlest baby to the biggest V.I.P.
We are all tools of the conspiracy

Run to the window, they're coming to get you
Hide in the basement, they're coming to get you
Flee to the rooftop, they're coming to get you
Don't go outside, no don't let them get you

From the halls of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli
We are all tools of the conspiracy
From the littlest baby to the biggest V.I.P.
We are all tools of the conspiracy

End on E.


From the Dead Milkmen Guitar Tab Project
http://www.geocities.com/dmtabs/