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 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 timeI'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 normalAnd 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 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 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.
