Where Is The Lie?

I've got a life I want to quit
I guess the first step's to admit
If the life fits, you must wear it
If the glove fits, you must bear it

My hair is red but my skin is bald
My brain is young but my mind is old
There's what we get, and what we want
There's what is real, and what can heal

Ooo
Aaaah

When I turn the corner, I still smell fire
Pneumatic deaths, and hanging wire
Burning eyes, burning cushion tires
I hear the fire and I hear their cries

On a quiet street with a quiet life
A quiet wife in the quiet cries
And the gluey lies, and the gluey pride's
Impersonal feelings when they die

It's taken all my life to set me free
The shell-shocked ghost of a psyche
(I've got) Memories you wish you had of your body
(I've got) Allegories of your night hobbies

And the lies that you drown with your children's frowns
And the time and the ground and they shut you down

And you're doubly loved, so you're doubly lost
And you're free of distrust, so you're doubly crossed

So you're free of distrust, free of distrust