politician - can't you answer - why dying in the alleys are your unknown soldiers while you rally and spend - for god - for country a land founded in
: politician - can't you answer - why dying in the alleys are your unknown soldiers while you rally and spend - for god - for country a land founded
Gaze at the leaving clairvoyant Predicting invasions and pain A child cansee through the stranger... The Watcher's eye, the noble liar It's time for
What's the pleasure of being a liar? Whatch a looking for? Where's the treasure of your desire Hidden in this world? Men and women under the spotlight
in my soul I had to listen I had this reoccurring dream from the stage, in a suit with a fade I had set the game a blaze, and they threw me a parade
at the crooks, they're the clowns on parade, go The clowns on parade Oh, yeah Payback is mine You tried to make a mockery It's payback time A failed
liars, thieves and wrongs The new order of the land is to live in fear Now decide, now decide Where you stand Look to the edges of earth It's barren
a ticker tape parade And everything she'd say Was a national holiday And even though she's a liar No one ever got me higher And even though she's my
scared, I know just where she's hiding the answers In this book that I've been reading, the same one she should read To me each night, it's about a
There's a purple heart on the stars and stripes tonight It's pinned to the chest of the latest liar And if you try to speak your mind They tell you keep
(Chorus) Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit Do something about it (Repeat chorus) Well I'
, I can't hear ya, I can't hear ya Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit You think you're god's gift You're a liar I wouldn't piss on you if
and Bitter says the Colonies are back Can't hear 'cos your mouth's full of shit Do something about it You think you're god's gift You're a liar I wouldn
Winter through the summer, care less what it cost me While I'm shovelin' the snow man call me frosty lova It's that luck that astounds, life's a circus I parade
moments pouring over Look back, our illusion is the abstract trail of time behind And I give myself to the truth Flesh fed to the piranhas Liar's blood
help the critic of the dawn So he stands on the sea and He shouts to the shore But the louder that He screams, longer He's ignored For the wine of oblivion
love you's and I miss you's across a telephone wire She says she never thinks of another I wonder if she's a liar