You gotta problem you just can't hide. Compulsive habits that never seem to die. Your breath is taking up all the air. Your teeth are rotting to black holes in your head. Well reality is due. What you say just can't be true. When the story's stretched. And so far fetched. That you're lacking an excuse. You lied. Your mother allowed you just one white lie. But now she's dead and she left you with a problem. Pinnochio has pierced your tongue. Your nose is growing into the third dimension. Well reality is due. What you say just can't be true. When the story's stretched. And so far fetched. That you're lacking an excuse. You lied. Oh you lied. Well reality is due. What you say just can't be true. When the story's stretched. And so far fetched. That you're lacking an excuse. You lied.