You gotta problem you just can’t hide Compulsive habits that never seem to die Your breath is taken up all the air Your teeth are rotting to black holes in your head
Well reality is due What you say just can’t be true When the story is streched and so far fetched That you’re lacking an excuse
You Lied
Your mother allowed you for just one white lie But now she’s dead,and she left you with a problem Pinocchio has pierced your tongue Your nose is growin’ into the 3rd dimension
Well reality is due What you say just can’t be true When the story is stretched and so far fetched That you’re lacking an excuse
You Lied
Well reality is due What you say just can’t be true When the story is stretched and so far fetched That you’re lacking an excuse