You gotta problem you just can't hide

Compulsive habits that never seem to die

Your breath has taken up all the air

Your teeth are rotting

To black holes in your head

Well reality is due

What you say just can't be true

When the story is streched and 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 growin

Into the 3rd dimension

Well reality is due

What you say just can't be true

When the story is stretched

And so far-fetched

That you're lacking an excuse

You lied...

Well reality is due

What you say just can't be true

When the story is stretched

And so far-fetched

That you're lacking an excuse

You lied...