Lyrics
You made him a liar
Hey, what does that make you?
And even now I'm hearing your voice across the wire
It's the idiot's thing to do
No you don't wanna be another number in a government calculation so
You sleep and smile and slumber and wake with indignation
Being all about
What's the point of even tryin' to be friends when
So confused, all you've seen is the end
Here in the end you pretend your a little bit less confused
Take my friends cause I got nothing to do
With you
Living with a liar is the only way to live if you're ever gonna learn to live with this
And you gotta take a bit and you gotta give to it, but me, I'll never learn to give a shit
Ain't about the clothes that you wear, the shape of your face or the color of your hair
Ain't about the car that you drive, it's a cadillac, pontiac, everybody's gonna die
Ain't about the place that you live, the money you don't give, or the woman that your with
Ain't about the drugs that you buy, it's heroin or ritallin, either one'll get you high
Ain't about having to rebel, if it get's you into heaven it won't send you into hell
What's the point of even trying to be friends?
Less confused, all you've seen is the end
Here in the end I'll pretend you're a little bit less confused
Take your friends, I got nothing to do
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