I am both Zapruder and Kennedy,
Witnessing the shot she fired into me.
Played out in slow motion under scrutiny,
Frame by frame, I made my own conspiracy.

On a grassy knoll, I think I'm wondering
How Lincoln figures into what's happening.
And who and what it is that pulls her puppet strings,
Suspect myself, I start a line of questioning.

She didn't act alone,
Her cover had been blown,
She didn't act alone.
She didn't act alone,
The footage never shown,
She didn't act alone.

I appreciate
All of your concern.
Though I may be dead,
You've got powder burns.
Powder burns.
Powder burns.
Powder burns.

Jacqualine is soon to stop her whispering
To my bleeding head while the gun's still smoking.
I'm an Oswald, I film what our fates will bring,
Camera crew, broken heart, ruby ring.

She didn't act alone,
The footage never shown,
She didn't act alone.
She didn't act alone,
Her cover had been blown,
She didn't act alone.

Powder burns.
Powder burns.
Powder burns.
Powder burns.

She didn't act alone,
Her cover had been blown,
She didn't act alone.
She didn't act alone,
The footage never shown,
She didn't act alone.