Put Tinfoil on Your Temples

Well the lizard men are lounging in the Pentagon halls

While Elvis sells moon-pies from a kiosk in the mall

Jackie's in Tijuana with a flamethrower and a map

And Bigfoot’s faking crop circles with a miner’s winter cap

So line up your shadows, your dots to connect

There’s smoke in the mirror and wires in your neck

Put tinfoil on your temples, let the sirens serenade

We’re just ghosts in the brass band of the blindfold parade

They say Kubrick filmed the moonwalk with some plywood and applause

And Paul was swapped in ’66 by a secret Beatle clause

They blew up the towers with a microwave burrito

Then blamed it on a poodle trained by Castro in Toledo

So stitch up your questions with needle and thread

There's bugs in the attic and lead in your bread

Shake hands with the static, let the radio fade

We’re the ghosts in the brass band of the blindfold parade

Flat Earthers sail the globe with a compass that's gone mad

And gravity's a bedtime tale that your old grandpa had

The pyramids were antennas for some ancient cosmic jam

While the Sphinx is just a chimney for a royal telegram

So line up your shadows, your dots to connect

There’s smoke in the mirror and wires in your neck

Put tinfoil on your temples, let the sirens serenade

We’re just ghosts in the brass band of the blindfold parade

We’re just ghosts in the brass band of the blindfold parade

We’re just ghosts in the brass band of the blindfold parade