Big Fat Lies (feat. Barry Lande)
Lying wide awake in the middle of the night
Hoping and praying it will be all right
But he knows it never is no matter what he tries –
All the skinny little fibs turn into big fat lies
Swearing that he won't, believing that his will
Can make it so he don't drink another cup of swill
Memories of the hurt and loss - chaos and the pain
Followed by the never ending never ending shame
And he knows, he' never going to get to sleep again
Like he knows, every hard time jam he has ever been in
So he'll toss and he'll turn and he'll rock 'n he'll roll
To the roasting of his rotten little god damned soul
Hoping this time, this time he can make, it right Make it right
Lying wide awake with the lies he just told
To the wife he used to have and the kids he used to hold
And the brother and the boss and the people he has lost
Scheming all night tryin to minimize the cost
But he knows the sun is coming with another damn day –
Sleep or not no matter he's gotta find a way
To fake a little more tilt he sun goes down
He can always tell a lie, and run from the town town
And he knows, he's never going to sleep again
Like he knows, every hard time Damn jam he has ever been in
So he'll toss and he'll turn and he'll rock 'n he'll roll
To the roasting of his rotten little god damned soul
Hoping this time, this time he can make it right Make it right
Hoping and praying it will be all right
But he knows it never is no matter what he tries –
All the skinny little fibs turn into big fat lies
Swearing that he won't, believing that his will
Can make it so he don't drink another cup of swill
Memories of the hurt and loss - chaos and the pain
Followed by the never ending never ending shame
And he knows, he' never going to get to sleep again
Like he knows, every hard time jam he has ever been in
So he'll toss and he'll turn and he'll rock 'n he'll roll
To the roasting of his rotten little god damned soul
Hoping this time, this time he can make, it right Make it right
Lying wide awake with the lies he just told
To the wife he used to have and the kids he used to hold
And the brother and the boss and the people he has lost
Scheming all night tryin to minimize the cost
But he knows the sun is coming with another damn day –
Sleep or not no matter he's gotta find a way
To fake a little more tilt he sun goes down
He can always tell a lie, and run from the town town
And he knows, he's never going to sleep again
Like he knows, every hard time Damn jam he has ever been in
So he'll toss and he'll turn and he'll rock 'n he'll roll
To the roasting of his rotten little god damned soul
Hoping this time, this time he can make it right Make it right
Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Brian Conley
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