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