chorus. You tell me lies, lies, lies. Sweet little lies. When I cannot bear the truth. . You tell me lies, lies, lies. Sweet little lies. Help me make them all come true.
The sound of the weapon called a microphone. Bring the revolution on. Broadcasting till the early morn' and. Pirate radio rockin it on. Revolution on the dancefloor.
You tell me lies, lies, lies, sweet little lies. When I cannot bear the truth. You tell me lies, lies, lies, sweet little lies. Help me make them all come true.