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 liarJust like those fibs 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 contradiction upAnd 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 timeI'm sure it's 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 normalAnd 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 soonAnd the clean coming will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt beneath the dirt
The liar takes a lot lessTime 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