I tumble in two hours late The Time Gestapo ask me to explain I say car trouble and that's no lie The trouble was I didn't get into my car on time
My story's coming unglued And you will realise that I knew the truth
And I am failed by their restraint To interrupt my lying tirade So I keep digging a deeper hole for me To get back out I just might Have to start to dig sideways
My story's coming unglued And you will realise that I knew the truth
And only the truth can rescue me But I cling to the lie like the love of my life
What kind of liar would that make me? My reputation would be in shreds I guess I'm lucky that when we met I gave them a fake name
All due to manipulating truth I'm screwed and all for pleasing you Who knew? So much grief from such a small excuse More from Fourth Floor Collapse