Big Eye

If you can lose your head
Like a prisoner escapes from prison
Decapitation is so much better
I don't think I'll ever miss it

Ordered thought
A horrible thought!
The smell of gunpowder is spreading

Broken eggs
And Big Eye is staring up

Population shifting
The Big Eye is staring up

St. Etienne
Carried his head
From Paris to his old hometown
At his name's day celebration
His friends all buy him hats

Caught thinking in straight lines
Rehabilitated with a sharp axe
Doing time
Hats off for good behavior

Free from the neck down
It's hats off for good behavior

If you can lose your head
While all around you they're keeping theirs
You'll be a man, my son
They will call you Big Eye!

St. Etienne, although your eyes are blue
St. Etienne, they made a mess of you
St. Etienne, we are so in love

St. Etienne, we are so in love