There's the kid with the golden arm
He admits to the forest fire
That he started up from a lack of

Something better going on
Tell your friends it's a four alarm
Just a smoke screen, we're all liars

Better to stew in discontent
That to admit we're wrong


All motivations out to see
Our ideas die so quickly


This town has good hearts
Bad blood, emotional scars
Never getting to say

What you really want to say

We all lie so well


If misery loves company
And you seem to sleep

So much more soundly
To the song of other people's
Failures:.


Doctor, do you have a remedy?
This is not alright by me

Do you think that you have the trick?
For a city that's so spent and sick?


We all lie so well