Lie to Me

LIE TO ME

Life was good till without a single warning

You showed up and it started to get boring

You told me that you had some good advice

To refine my looks, my playing and my voice

I’m outta style, sorry, that’s the way you see things

I play too loud, only Rock’n’Roll, no feeling

I could be cooler with a bowler hat

And dye myself blond or maybe shave my head

Lie to me, lie to me

You see me thankless

For your unsought frankness

Lie to me, Lie to me

Cos I don’t give a damn

For your candid spam

What I sing is a torture for musicians

No one would hear me without an electrician

My whole appearance is embarrassing

Singing songs in Spanish, that would be a thing

You’re afraid when you see me in Lonsdale

My shirts and hoodies look like they're bought wholesale

You say it's your vocation to speak your mind

For the benefit of all mankind

Lie to me, lie to me

You see me thankless

For your unsought frankness

Lie to me, lie to me

Cos I don’t give a damn

For your candid spam

Now you sit and cry and ask me why I’m being rude?

The truth is, dude: you are the dog – and I‘m the moon!

Lie to me, lie to me

You see me thankless

For your unsought frankness

Lie to me, lie to me

Cos I don’t give a damn

For your candid spam