Tom: E
[Intro] C#m F#m
C#m F#m
I heard the truth was built to bend
C#m F#m
A mechanism to suspend
C#m F#m
The guilt is what you are requiring
C#m F#m
Still you've got to dance little liar
C#m F#m
Just like those fibbs that pop and fizz
C#m F#m
And you'll be forced to take that awful quis
C#m F#m
And you're bound to trip and she'll detect the fiction
C#m F#m
On your lips and dig a contradiction up
[Refrão]
A F#m C#m
And the clean coming will hurt
E F#m
And you can never get it spotless
E G#
When there's dirt beneath the dirt
(pausa) C#m
The liar take a lot less time
( C#m F#m )
I'm sure it's clear and plain to read
Its not an alibi you need just yet
Oh no it's something for those beads of sweat
Yes that we'll get you back to normal
And after you have dabbed the patch you'll grieve
And then proceed to scratch the varnish off
That newly added calmness
So as not to raise any alarms too soon
[Refrão]
F#m C#m
Time to decide on his saunter
F#m
Have you got itchy bones
C#m E
And in all your time alone
F#m E
Can you hack your mind being riddled
G#
With the wrong memories
A F#m C#m
And the clean coming will hurt
E F#m
And you can never get it spotless
E G#
When there's dirt beneath the dirt
