Somethings rotten in the state of Denmark   A broken home, who picks up the pieces   Either way, Ophelia will cry   So lick your lips and mend your hair   This mess wont make a difference here   For anyone but you   Well get me out of this shell   The nights about wearing thin   And I never wanted this day to end   Moral fibers split till they're grey   And the gravedigger laughs as we waste away   A contest and the trick tip marks the end   Mistaken thirst quenched with this cup   The kiss of death from rotten lips   Never forget, never let live again   They sell better homes than these   I saw it on TV!   Perfect Lives   Perfect Lies