They say you must stop by
sometime for dinner or a drink.
And there's no need to wink
for it's a socially accepted lie.
They say a butterfly
can flap a wing and cause a great to-do
which is half true
and 50% a lie.
They say The Catcher in the Rye
is a novel you grow out of or abjure
when you mature:
They allege that if you tie
your laces backwards they never come undone.
There's an element of truth in that one,
but also an element of lie
(and an element of lying down).
They say hi. They say how are you. Fine. Bye.
The elevator comes to rest
and two abreast
you exit, you and your friendly lie.
But I, but I, I,
I say anything I like.
I swallow, shit out, vomitise the mic.
lie after fucking lie.
So many and varied lies
you end up covering your ears and eyes.
So you don't hear me whispering nigger and kike
or see my guys
cracking heads at the demo
or their bright shoes.
Didn't you get the memo?
You must be watching the wrong news.
Decency no longer applies.
The whole show now is tits and guns and lies.