Bloody Lips

Last time you paid for all of this
You got the bloody finger tips
(Oh, oh, oh, why, oh)
And blood on your lips

You used to love the rock 'n' roll
Now you got me on the phone
Come on, quit puttin' me on
Oh, yeah, oh, oh, whoa

Don't you remember the prom?
Those popular kids who put you down
(Oh, oh, oh, why, oh)
Now you're just like them

Makin' everybody feel bad
What the world has done to you ain't so wrong
Come on, quit puttin' me on

Hello, Mr. White Lie, you look kind of angry
Bet you think I want to drink from your fountain
Well, I'm comin' off that mountain
Shoutin'

Everyone is walkin' away
No, he can't afford the bills on his pay
Hey, hey, quit puttin' me on
Oh, yeah, oh, oh, whoa
Right

Oh, oh, oh, why, oh

Hello, Mr. White Lie, you look kind of angry
Bet you think I want to drink from your fountain
But I'm comin' off that mountain
Shoutin'

Everyone is walkin' away
No, he can't afford the bills on his pay
Hey, hey, quit puttin' me on
Oh, yeah

Oh, whoa
Du-tu, du-tu, du-tu, du-tu
Du-tu, du-tu, du