Текст песни Big Words Make the Baby Jesus Cry - The Dead Milkmen
He's
so
proud
of
the
books
that
he's
never
read
'Cause
there
are
so
many
books
that
he's
never
read
'Cause
that's
how
doubts
climb
into
your
head
And
make
you
think
funny
thoughts
when
you're
lying
in
bed
Now
he's
got
a
philosophy
He's
got
a
simple
rule
A
motto,
a
creed
Big
Words
Make
the
Baby
Jesus
Cry
There
once
was
a
woman
who
had
nothin'
to
say
But
she
still
felt
the
need
to
say
it
anyway
Never
understood
why
people
stayed
away
She
said
the
newspapers
are
filled
with
lies
Planted
by
gay
Muslim
Jewish
spies
Atheists
run
the
public
schools
While
Communists
piss
into
the
public
pools
No
matter
the
facts,
'cause
this
is
the
truth
Now
she's
got
a
philosophy
She's
got
a
simple
rule
A
motto,
a
creed
Big
Words
Make
the
Baby
Jesus
Cry
Big
words
are
the
enemy
Report
big
words
to
the
authorities
Big
words
are
the
things
that
bandits
say
If
you
hear
a
big
word
run
the
other
way
Big
words
lead
you
down
a
crooked
path
To
William
Faulkner
and
Sylvia
Plath
When
you
use
a
big
word
you
commit
a
sin
When
you
use
a
big
word
the
terrorists
win
Tonight
half
the
country
will
go
out
to
a
show
It's
a
movie
written
by
a
five-year
old
About
a
brave
puppy
and
the
kitten
he
saves
It's
no
wonder
James
Thurber
spins
in
his
grave
Now
we've
got
a
philosophy
We've
got
a
simple
rule
A
motto,
a
creed
Big
Words
Make
the
Baby
Jesus
Cry
Now
we've
go
a
philosophy
We've
got
a
simple
rule
A
motto,
a
creed
Big
Words
Make
the
Baby
Jesus
Cry
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