liar liar your tongue’s on fire your criminal expulsion didn’t sweeten the medicine it merely printed a shadow on my membrane but I’ve gone all forensic with finely tuned instruments I know exactly where the wind is blowing your eyes led me to certain conclusions they’re a mirror to the truth so I know that you were lying are your words narcotic? do they ease a troubled mind? do you take me for a chump? or is that mendacious mouth of yours just something to hide behind?
