Liar, liar, pants on fire
And the pills go down and get you higher baby
Bottles burning, mother fucker
And the mother hates him like the daughter
Lonely god and maker gripping tighter sayingYou will burn in hell they say,
You will burn in hell!Liar! liar! pants on fire
Liar! liar! stop your soul from catching fire fire
God and maker, liar! liar! pants on fireLiar! liar! house of fire
And the glass they smashed seemed to ignite
I bet your tummy hurts you, you mother fucker
Mother never loved you,
Father touched you with the hand of god
He's gripping tighter, sayingYou will burn in hell they say,
You will burn in hell!Liar! liar! pants on fire
Liar! liar! stop your soul from catching fire fire
God and maker, liar! liar! you fucking liar!You're gonna burn in hell (x2)You will burn in hell they say,
You will burn in hell!You fucking liar!Liar! liar! pants on fire
Liar! liar! stop your soul from catching fire fire
God and maker, liar! liar! you fucking liar! (x2)You fucking liar! (liar! liar!) (x3)You fucking liar!Liar, liar, pants on fire!
Hanging from a telephone wire!
Composição: The Used.
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