I heard the [bad word] was built to bend
mechanism to suspend the guilt
Is what you will require
And still you've got to dance little liar

It's just like those fibs to pop and fizz
And you'll be forced to take that awful quiz
And you're bound to trip
And she'll detect the fiction on your lips
Dig a contradiction up 

And the [bad word] will hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt beneath the dirt
The liar takes a lot less time

I'm sure it's clear and plain to read
It's not an alibi you need just yet
Oh no it's something for those beads of sweat
Yes, that will get you back to normal

And after you have dabbed the patch
You'll breathe and then proceed to 
Scratch the varnish off that newly added calmness 
So as not to raise any alarms too soon

And the [bad word] with the hurt
And you can never get it spotless
When there's dirt beneath the dirt

The liar takes a lot less time
To decide on his saunter
Have you got itchy bones?
And in all your time alone
Can you hack your mind being riddled with the wrong memories?

And the [bad word] will hurt
And you can never get it spotless 
When there's dirt between the dirt