Liar liar pants on fire
And the pills go down and get you higher
Baby bottle’s burning, mother fucker
And the mother hates him like the daughter
Only god and maker gripping tighter
Saying you will burn in hell they say, you will burn in hell
Liar liar pants on fire
Liar liar stop yourself from catching
Fire fire god and maker
Liar liar pants on fire
Liar liar house on fire
And the glass tastes nasty chewing fat
I bet your tummy hurts you, you mother fucker
Mother never loved you
Father touched you with the hands of god
He’s gripping tighter
Saying you will burn in hell, they say
You will burn in hell
Liar liar pants on fire
Liar liar stop yourself from catching
Fire fire god and maker
Liar liar you fucking liar
You’re gonna burn in hell
You’re gonna burn in hell
Hell hell hell
You will burn in hell they say
You will burn in hell
You fucking liar!
Liar liar pants on fire
Liar liar stop yourself from catching
Fire fire god and maker
Liar liar you fucking liar
Liar liar pants on fire
Liar liar stop yourself from catching
Fire fire god and maker
Liar liar you fucking liar
You fucking liar
Liar liar you fucking liar
Liar liar you fucking liar
Liar liar you fucking liar
Liar liar pants on fire
Hanging from a telephone wire |
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