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
And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt beneth the dirt
The liar take a lot less time
I'm sure its clear and plain to me
It's not an alibi you need just yet
Oh no it's something for those beads of sweat
Yes that we'll get you back to normal
And after you have dabbed the patch you'll grieve
And then proceed to scratch the varnish off
That newly added calmness
So as not to raise any alarms too soon
And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt beneath the dirt
The liar takes a lot less
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?
And the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt between the dirt
