You gotta problem you just can't hide
Compulsive habbits that never seem to die
Your breath has
taken up all the air
Your teeth are rotting
To black holes in your head
Chorus
:
Well reality is due
What you say just can't be true
When the story is stretched so
far - fetched
That you're lacking an excuse . . .
You lied
Your
mother allowed you
For just one white lie
But now she's dead
and she left you with a problem.
Pinocchio
has pierced your tongue
your nose is grown
into a third dimension
Chorus
(2 times)
