I tell the truth even when I’m lying Ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh oh oh oh Ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh oh oh oh
Well are you, to criticize me? Yeah and who are you, to try and categorize me? Forgive them lord they know not what they’ve done In the name of the father and the son judgment day will come Ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh oh oh oh Ohhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh oh oh oh
Well Houdini couldn’t escape all your said I didn’t un’s Well sticks and stones break my bones but your words don’t harm me So I’m not your critic’s choice I never wanted to be So I’m not your critics choice I know it doesn’t fit me
I tell the truth even when I’m lying I tell the truth even when I’m lying
An open letter to the music press I revoke your poetic license You probably got on 42nd street Same place you got your lover Same place your mother got your father
I tell the truth even when I’m lying I tell the truth even when I’m lying
Cookooachoo about you Me and my friends I wonder when So I’m not your critic’s choice I never wanted to be So I’m not your critics choice I know it doesn’t fit me
I tell the truth even when I’m lying I tell the truth even when I’m lying I tell the truth even when I’m lying