If I'm Lyin' I'm Dyin'

Little green men coming out of the sky
In a spaced-out Coupe Deville with ray guns on the side
Come down on some trailer park off Highway 65
If I'm Lyin' I'm Dyin'

Jesus found his calling back in Bethlehem, New York
Working in a greasy diner, slinging Scrambled Eggs and Pork
And now he's 25 to life for killing someone with a fork
If I'm Lyin' I'm Dyin'

Bigfoot's riding shotgun with the brain of JFK
On a greyhound bound for Roswell where Marilyn awaits
Gonna rendezvous with Elvis on a tour through 20 states
If I'm Lyin' I'm Dyin'



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Writer(s): Shelby Kelley
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