Remember The All Seeing Eye
floating somewhere in the sky.
It remembers all we say and do;
it knows the secrets of me and you.
It never sleeps, it has no heart,
no love for that which we call art.
It simply rolls on day-by-day
to take the joy of life away.
So never let a chance go by
to point your bum up at the sky
so that The Eye can finally see
the joy there is in being free.