Rock / 2026-05-01
Fantasy Island
A conspiracy-noir song about powerful people hiding truth behind luxury, procedure, vanished evidence, and silence.

Recording
Fantasy Island
Smartass Amoeba
Lyrics
Fantasy Island
By Smartass Amoeba
He knows too much, no one can know
He was our friend, now he must go
Too many threads, too much to tell
Tie it off clean and wish him well
Step one, put him in a cell
Step two, send him straight to hell
The truth still needs a place to hide
So make it look like suicide
High-profile, but left alone
Pulled off watch, no guard, no phone
No cellmate there, no eyes inside
Logs don't match the stated time
Cameras dark, the angles gone
Guards asleep while night moves on
A narrow window, no one near
And nothing left that's fully clear
Welcome to Fantasy Island
Da plane, da plane
Luxury resort
For the criminally insane
Sunset bleeding in the bay
Another name just fades away
Paper trails dissolve in blue
Nothing here comes back to you
Palm trees leaning, shadows long
Everything feels slightly wrong
Warm night air and quiet lies
Truth gets lost between the tides
Harbor lights all burn the same
No one ever speaks a name
Boats arrive and disappear
No one asks what happened here
Welcome to Fantasy Island
Da plane, da plane
Luxury resort
For the criminally insane
The professional
Got the job done
Cell washed clean
And the file is closed
Welcome to Fantasy Island
Da plane, da plane
Luxury resort
For the criminally insane