let the raining teardrops rain down on me tonight 
i think making up, faking up stories is alright 
tick tock stop the clock, fiction is my thing 
my attitude is always i and me and mine 

oh i’m so clever, i'm so clever, i'm so clever 
until my paranoia kicks in then i’ll accuse her 
of doing all the worst things i do best 
its funny how me [bad word] her about 
has got me in this [bad word] mess 

liar liar liar liar pants on fire 
lies alibis lies more alibis 
from the [bad word]  i admit i’m more than shy 
ain’t it the times we are living in 
everybody’s doing it so why cant i? 

i tally up tonight’s strangers 
and stragglers that i’ve kissed 
training ground notches, perfectly executed notches 
and near misses 
its all about going out and getting [bad word] with eagle eyes 
and sincerity bottom on my list 
what’s the story morning glory? 
i feel so low and worthless, yeah 

so this is where the [bad word] unfurls and the [bad word] is being told 
a cloud has gathered over my head and now i know 
infidelity and my good friend ecstacy doesn’t work, it makes you worse 
i’m feeling so guilty about the things i said to my mum when i was ten year old 
i’m feeling so guilty about any old [bad word] 
and how i think my missus is [bad word] every guy that she looks at 
this is it, this is it, this is it, this it 
the end was [bad word] and now its here 

so this is the grande finale 
the crescendo of demise 
this is the happy ending 
where the bad guy goes down and dies 
this is the end 
with me on my knees and wondering why? 
cross my heart, hope to die 
its my own cheating heart that makes me cry