6 In the Morning

I walked in deep in the party Walked in deep into The darkest night Found myself fall into Staring eyes Fall into a personality Disorder Found I'm a liar liar liar I lie Liar liar liar liar liar I lie Bad boy's burning up the hash You'd better hurry up He's quicker on the draw than Jesse James Social fossils from my past They keep on cropping up He turns around looks at me Like I give a fuck He's the kind of guy that plays his latest song at parties At 6 in the morning Liar liar liar liar liar I lie Liar liar liar liar liar I lie How are ya? Peachy fucking creamy I'm glad you asked God how I've grown to hate guitars And every prick that holds one Ahaha Ahaha Ahaha Ahaha One pack of Space Invaders And a Rubicon are all I want It's 10 in the morning And my cat has given up Liar liar liar liar liar I lie Liar liar liar liar liar I lie Clip clop fast plumping blunt needles Pressure pressure pressure pressure pressure Pressure pressure pressure You know I love her love her love her love her I love her You know I love her love her love her love her I love her Bad boy's burning up the hash You'd better hurry up He's quicker on the draw than Jesse James Social fossils from my past They keep on cropping up He turned around looks at me Like I give a fuck He's the kind of guy that plays his latest song at parties At 6 in the morning