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 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 take a lot less time I'm sure it's clear and plain to me Its 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