Colonel Claypool's Bucket Of Bernie Brains The Big Eyeball In The Sky
Believe in the lie
Of the big eyeball in the sky
Billy, watch what you're saying
Billy, watch what you do
Billy, best lay back and watch the wide screen
Believin' all of it's true
They're comin' through the dishes
And through the billboards too
They own that gas you're pumping out
And soon they're gonna own both Billy and you
Believe in the lie
Of the big eyeball in the sky
Susie on the computer
Susie on the commode
Susie stuck her fingers down her throat
After chowing down a big bowl of rocky-road
In the pages of Cosmo
They like 'em waify and thin
Now wouldn't it be nice if Calvin Klein
Helped Susie wipe the vomit from her chin
Believe in the lie
Of the big eyeball in the sky
Now Granny likes her media
She likes it nice and hard
When her soaps are on TV
She buys it by the yard
Gramps is in the room
Saying it's a bunch of crap
Watching football games for hours
With tortillas on his lap
Now me I like my media
I like it nice and thick
Throwing opinions at the wall
To see which ones will stick
But to formulate opinions
From what I see, is a joke
Because American TV's owned
By Pepsi and by Coke
Believe in the lie
Of the big eyeball in the sky