We're All As We Lie Lyrics - Singles - Phillips Anthony

August saw a contest fit for Kings 

from far and wide they came to trade their swings 

Little grubs with stone-age clubs and tanners' sons 

with foxes' gloves 

they came face to face the stiffest coarse since Tring 

Harold took an eight-iron at the first 

hopped the hedge while Tostig chipped and cursed 

Sliced into a sticky patch and, playing out, he'd met his match 

when lettuce leaves had made the crowd disperse 

So, we're all as we lie 

We're all as we're lying 

No, don't tell me it's time, 

It's all in the timing. 

Getting wiser, so much wiser, introspected ostraciser, 

drinking up with no holes barred to play.. 

Daphne lay beside the Silent Pool, 

when suddenly the air began to cool 

Otto heard it, running back, and tried to stop the thudding crack 

as Luther strode up, crying "Winter Rules". 

"Holy Mackerel", cried the Papal Prince, 

"you're out of bounds I'm really quite convinced". 

Luther drew his driver but the Pope pulled out a fiver 

and they halved the hole on points of sacraments 

So, we're all as we lie 

We're all as we're lying 

No, don't tell me it's time, 

It's all in the timing. 

Getting wiser, so much wiser, Seven Sister sympathiser 

drinking up with no holes left to play. 

The hour of confrontation now was nigh 

as Plato and Justinian were tied, 

Locked in mortal combat firing vulture after wombat 

their supremacy now could not be denied. 

The Seventeenth lay waiting for the pair 

as both advanced with silent, ashen stares 

But there they stood, incredulous, the distance 

reading "Nebulous" 

And "Best of luck, Buzz Aldrin beat you there". 

So, we're all as we lie 

We're all as we're lying 

No, don't tell me it's time, 

It's all in the timing. 

So, we're all as we lie 

We're all as we're lying 

No, don't tell me it's time, 

or else I'll be crying.