The Moviegoers – Steve
Genre Rock

LYRIC
Steve

The moon is made of cheese
My cousin has no knees
And I was really bored in the 1950s

I wrote a book on Mars
I just to steal cars
One time I ripped a Blackhawk off Elvis Presley

Steve is naive
He'll believe everything you say
So why not pray upon his naivete

They got a new machine
Can turn gasoline into lemonade
I guess there is no doubt
They need to figure out
A way to make the blessed thing work backwards

And wouldn't that be grand
Every lemonade stand
Could sell lottery tickets and microwave burritos

Steve is naive
He'll believe everything you say
So why not pray upon his naivete
Why do you do it
The novelty is waning
Lying through through
Is immensely entertaining

If you take this stone
You'll never be alone
No one will care that you've grown old

If you eat this seed
You'll have all you'll ever need
And everyone will follow where you weed

Now look me in the eye
You know I wouldn't lie to ya
Everything I say is unequivocally true

Steve is naive
He'll believe everything you say
So why not pray upon his naivete
Steve is naive
He'll believe everything you say
So why not pray upon his naivete

He looks like an Adonis
He thinks you're Pocahontas
So why not pray upon his naivete

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