Jumble

Minuit

Your lie, your lie, your lie, 

encapsulated in my midst 

and I am happy for me 

and I am happy for me 

and I am happy for me 

I keep a jumble in my head 

and monsters in my pocket 

Everybody wants the truth 

but nobody has got it 

Jealous of my underlings 

and the ones that I despised 

Everybody wants the truth 

but all they tell are lies 

Your lie, your lie, your lie 

I locked my faith in a drawer 

that now I never open 

Everybody wants the truth 

‘coz there’s nothing else to hope in 

I keep one eye on the papers 

the other on my wallet 

Everybody wants the truth 

but nobody has got it 

Your lie, your lie your lie encapsulated in my midst 
and I am happy for me 

And I am happy for me 

And I am happy for me 

I put pretty dresses on 

the skeletons in your closet 

Everybody wants the truth 

but nobody has got it 

You write up lists of enemies 

that never have existed 

Everybody wants the truth 

but, I think that you have missed it 

With a lackadaisical approach to storytelling, 

a little libel goes a long way...