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