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Lie Detector Test Lyrics - Healthy Distrust - Sage Francis

Got a caveman banging on my back door 

Got a hang man hanging on my front lawn 

Got an old maid wasting away in the living room 

Kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoons 

 

Got a paper full of yellow journalism 

A restaurant waiter selling me words of wisdom 

The small town crier is chilling with the village idiots 

The big city slickers are still busy building pyramids 

 

Got a diploma but no wall to hang it 

Tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous 

A job description that don't fit the bill 

A fatal femme fatale dressed to kill 

 

Get me out of this, lie detector test 

My pupils inhale and exhale 

My breath is a microphone check, 1, 2, what is this? 

 

In a world where the girl's got retro tattoos 

And all I've got is a gut and Velcro black shoes 

And elbows that move in a way that make space 

I'm looking at you 

(Stay awake, stay awake) 

 

Natural face affected by the chemical leaks 

Grammatical mistakes in every sentence I speak 

It doesn't matter, I make enough sense to seem deep 

Now, look at me 

(Go to sleep, go to sleep) 

 

Got a flea circus, I'm trying to take it to the road 

Got a nervous tick, they think I'm faking it though 

Got some cat in a back alley scratching up my records 

Some big wigs with fat bellies asking for seconds 

 

Got a fly girl with a landing strip begging for hot wax 

A lonely upper lip and it's begging for a mustache 

A prison system that listens to the parables of Johnny Cash 

A wannabe war hero who only travels in body bags 

 

I've got a poor man's version of a rich man 

I've got a small van swerving through a big land 

I've got a road map that's looking a lot like a Math test 

A blocked phone number and a bunk home address 

 

I've got a way out but I ain't trying to use it 

'Cause I've got some ins and I'ma bet all my winnings 

If it hurts me more than it hurts you then I won't hurt you 

I've got more sense than virtue, I've got a curfew, it's 12 o'clock 

 

After that I'll start trembling if I get fed hip hop 

'Cause I'm a G to the R E M L I N 

If I wasn't then why would I say I am? 

 

I said get me out of this lie detector test 

My pupils inhale and exhale 

My breath is a microphone, check 1, 2, what is this? 

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Copyright: Yak Yak Music

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