I heard the truth was built to bend
A mechanism to suspend the guilt
Is what you are requiring still
You've got, to dance little liar
Just like those fibbs to pop and fizz
And you'll be forced to take that awful quiz
And you're bound to trip
And she'll detect the fiction on
Your lips and dig a contradicion up
Chorus:
And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When theres dirt beneath the dirt
The liar takes alot less time
I'm sure it's clear and plain to read
It's not an alibi you need just yet
Oh, no, it's something for those beads of sweat
Yes, that will get you back to normal
And after you have dabbed the patch
You'll breathe and then proceed to scratch
The varnish off that newly added calmness
So as not to raise any alarms too soon
chorus
Time to decide on his saunter
Have you got itchy bones?
And in all your time alone
Can you hack your mind being riddled
with the wrong memories?
Chorus:
And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt between the dirt