You gotta problem you just can’t hide

Compulsive habits that never seem to die

Your breath is taking 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’s stretched

And so far fetched

That you’re lacking an excuse

You lied

Your mother allowed you just one white lie

But now she’s dead and she left you with a problem

Pinnochio has pierced your tongue

Your nose is growing into the third dimension

Well reality is due

What you say just can’t be true

When the story’s stretched

And so far fetched

That you’re lacking an excuse

You lied

Oh, you lied

Well reality is due

What you say just can’t be true

When the story’s stretched

And so far fetched

That you’re lacking an excuse

You lied