CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : When The Lie’s So Big [Live At Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY 3/25/88]
Whiff it good
Well, Ike, you know, it's not really an invasion or anything
It's just, it's a training exercise, and, and
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 worrisomе trend
In which every Amеrican 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 get 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 superst**ion
Is everybody happy?
When the lie's so big
And the fog's so thick
And the facts get forgotten
The Republican trick
Can be played out again (See you)
People, please tell me when
We'll be rid of these men
Well, Ike, you know, it's not really an invasion or anything
It's just, it's a training exercise, and, and
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 worrisomе trend
In which every Amеrican 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 get 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 superst**ion
Is everybody happy?
When the lie's so big
And the fog's so thick
And the facts get forgotten
The Republican trick
Can be played out again (See you)
People, please tell me when
We'll be rid of these men
