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The Conspiracy Theorist

from Tracks by Mississippi Bones

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Momma always said there’d be days like this. She never said everyday would be this way. Am I just killing time? I’ve wasted so many years here and now the rooms have grown so dark, so cold, with bugs in the walls and bugs in the halls peeking in on everything I say every single day. It’s a damn shame.
The crowd screams for restitution. They want a resolution now. The cry in the street is revolution now. And I say go on gas’r up chicky babe. And I’m only gonna say it one time cause I don't chew my cabbage twice. Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies. The same is the same, no matter what you say. Be it the FBI or the CIA, they be watching me.
Cause I know secrets that they’ve been keeping, and I’d be a dangerous man if I be speaking. They’re watching me with eyes unblinking. So I gotta keep moving on.
You might think I’m crazy, but I know the truth. So just sit on down and I can tell you all about how the Department of the Treasury is in league with Wal-Mart planning urgently to switch to gift cards as our currency. The crowd screams for restitution. They want a resolution now. The cry in the street is revolution now. And I say go on gas’r up chicky babe. And I’m only gonna say it one time cause I don't chew my cabbage twice. Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies. The same is the same, no matter what you say. Be it the FBI or the CIA, they be watching me.
Cause I know secrets that they’ve been keeping, and I’d be a dangerous man if I be speaking. They’re watching me with eyes unblinking. So I gotta keep moving on, or they’ll lock me up in area 51 with Hoffa’s brain and that fella from space, workin their mind control juju upon my brain.
And if you knew what I knew you’d be careful too cause they’d be coming for you.
Got no one. Got no home. Got nowhere to rest these bones. Faked my death, got nothing left. Ain’t no place for me to rest.
Got no one. Got no home. Got nowhere to rest these bones. Faked my death, got nothing left. Ain’t no place for me to rest.

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from Tracks, released February 21, 2012
Dusty Donley- Guitar/Programming

Jared Collins- Vocals/Bass/Programming

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Mississippi Bones Ada, Ohio

Nestled in the flat lands of Hardin County Ohio, Mississippi Bones has been pummeling the world with fat slabs o’rock for over 10 years and counting. With a catalog consisting of six studio albums and numerous singles and EPs, the Bones have created a rich history full of swampy riffs, pop culture references, and sci-fi shenanigans. ... more

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