Chem-trails Filling up the sky What on earth are they spraying there I think I'm gonna die If I don't find out why All hail The beardy man in the clouds He says to kill all the bad guys And put them in the ground I hope he thinks I'm sound ♪ Some say That the world was never a ball That there's no such thing as a satellite Beaming telly or telephone calls To the edge watch, you don't fall Odds on That the world is run by criminals And we're all controlled by subliminals Consuming like our minds are haunted By the things we didn't need but wanted ♪ No you can't decide What's wrong or right Sure as day turns into night Every man's truth Is another man's waste o' time