They got lies so big They don't make a noise They tell 'em so well Like a secret disease That makes you go numb
With a big ol' lie And a flag and a pie And a mom and a bible Most folks are just liable To buy any line Any place, any time
When the lie's so big As in Robertson's case (That sinister face Behind all the Jesus hurrah)
Could result in the end To a worrisome trend In which every American Not "born again" Could be punished in cruel and unusual ways By this treacherous cretin Who tells everyone That he's Jesus' best friend
When the lie's so big And the fog gets so thick And the facts disappear The Republican Trick Can be played out again People, please tell me when We'll be rid of these men!
Just who do they really Suppose that they are? And how did they manage to travel as far As they seem to have come? Were we really that dumb?
People, wake up Figure it out Religious fanatics Around and about The Court House, The State House The Congress, The White House
Criminal saints With a "Heavenly Mission" -- A nation enraptured By pure superstition
When the lie's so big And the fog gets so thick And the facts disappear The Republican Trick Can be played out again People, please tell me when We'll be rid of these men!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
