Thursday, September 11, 2008

When The Lies So Big by Frank Zappa

They got lies so big
They dont 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 lies 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 lies 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 lies 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
Well be rid of these men!


The "John McCain: Apocalypse Now Redux" T-Shirt can be purchased at The Zencomix Online Market.

, ,, , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Zencomix

1 comment:

Comrade Kevin said...

There are no small lies, just small liars.