The Sausage from Bad Apple by Sam Bayer

I told you not to come
Said to look the other way
What happens in the shadows
Best to leave it where it lay
Don't be misled by what the mystics teach
The truth is out there just beyond your reach
Abandon your senses
Let down your defenses

You'll ask an awful lot of questions
You'll hear an awful lot of lies
But the ones who know the answers
They have a million ears and eyes
The secret handshakes and the knowing winks
The louche disdain for what the public thinks
Extravagant dreaming
And intricate scheming

Take off your tinfoil hat
See where the mines are laid
Yes, this is where the bodies are buried
This is how the sausage is made

Forget those mumbled incantations
They're just a foolish superstition
We're not Illuminati
Or the Trilateral Commission
The backroom smoke exhaled by ruthless men
The curtain raised and quickly dropped again
The tapestry fraying
Is our way of saying

Take off your tinfoil hat
See where the mines are laid
Yes, this is where the bodies are buried
This is how the sausage is made

Kennedy's assassins
Have been safely squirreled away
And Neil Armstrong's footsteps
Were taken on a soundstage in LA
The president's a lizard
And also Marie Antoinette
Keith Richards died a while ago
But no one's told him yet
Queen Elizabeth's an agent
From a planet far away
Who liked us and decided to stay

Hey, take off your tinfoil hat
Unmask the masquerade
Yes, this is how the cookies are crumbled
This is how the sheeple are
Ground 'neath the farmer's boot
Pierced by the butcher's blade
Yes, this is how the bodies are buried
Stripped of their skin
Sorted by grade
Yes, this is how the sausage is made

• Acoustic
• pop folk singer songwriter
• Boston