I heard the truth
was built to bend
A mechanism to suspend the guilt
Is what you are require and still
You've got to dance, little liar

Just like those fibbs that 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 up

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

I'm sure it's clear and plain to read
It's not an alibi you need just yet
Oh no, it's something for those
beads of sweat
Yes, that will get you back to normal

And after you have dabbed the patch
You'll breathe 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