I have lain with dogs and risen with fleas   Throwing stones, their false accusations   A whole heap of hypocrites are pointing their fingers   But I don't care for their lies and rumors      It's not true, it's not true   It's not true what they say to you      Whispering in shadows, couched in your cowardice   You're laying a snare but to trap yourself   Lying in wait with a deceitful tongue   Spreading your lies and rumors