Из альбома: White Bread Blues / Things I Hate to Admit
The smiling faces show no traces
Of deceit that lurks within.
They'll spit and spew of their respect for you
While they try to hold back that grin.
But the grin will escape if you're halfway awake
And you'll see what's really within.
In times like these it's plain to see
We live among liars, pigs, and thieves.
The streets and sewers are full of deceitful souls
Who try to crap up our lives.
They'd chop off your head and leave you for dead
To rob you of your very last dime
Then they'll say they're sorry and tell you not to worry
And I'll be your very best friend.
In time like these liars, pigs, and thieves
Will hound you to the bitter end.
The smiling faces show no traces
Of deceit that lurks within.
They'll spit and spew of their respect for you
While they try to hold back that grin.
But the grin will escape if you're halfway awake
And you'll see what's really within.
In time like these liars, pigs, and thieves
Will hound you to the bitter end.
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