This year my father’s heros have all passed   Reagan, Waylon, June & Johny Cash   I have felt the earth deep in my bones   Are these growing pains or shifting stones?      Cars are standing still on 95   Waiting for the tunnel in straight lines   Past my hands, resting on the wheel   The skyline’s still an open wheel of steel      Would I lie   Would I lie   Would I lie   Just to get by      I’m angrier than I have ever been   We’re all throwing punches to the wind   Where’s the truth when everything is polled   They’d sell Jesus fore his blood ran cold      Boys with guns and girls in mud stained skirts   This is how you paint the perfect world   Gasoline and gold pulled from the ground   Remember that when traffic slows you down      We all lie   We all lie   We all lie   Just to get by