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 quis
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 read
Its not an alibi you need just yet
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 beneath the dirt