Gimme The Eyes Electric Six

[Spoken]
My mama used to say
There are two type of eye
The kind that tell the truth
And the kind that tell a lie
And these days
It's getting harder
To similize
Which eyes tell the lie
Now when you see that pyramid
Lookin' up at that big ol' eye in the sky
You gonna think of money
And that money is mine
Ha-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

I will be Mike
And you will be Steve
We both think alike
And we both believe
In a closed society
Formed with perilous blight
It flies in the face
Of your wrongs and rights

We are here
By some crazy coincidence
The happiest of accidents
If we may get word to the wise
Let's get austere
And dot the T's and cross the I's
When love turns into lies
It dies, so gimme
Gimme the eyes
Don't gimme the eyes