J. Martines/Psychefunkapus)



Camouflaged crusaders of change and goodwill

Sophisticate the masses with their wordy overkill

Intellect and ignorance are walking hand in hand

Stomachs turnin', yearnin', burnin', barefoot in the sand

Liars, liears, pants on fire now

What's with these, wires, wires?

I can't do nothin' anyhow, right?



Alligators, crocodiles and others from the swamp

Congregate in V formation eager for their chomp

"One of the little monkeys has jumped out of his pit."

The masses tie him down as he yells, "You're all so full of shit!"

Liars, liars, pants on fire now

What's with these wires, wires?

I can't do nothin'anyhow, right?



CHORUS

Liars, liars, pants on fire now

What's with these wires, wires

I can't do nothin' anyhow, right?



Patriotic pushermen, they infiltrate the young minds

Knowing that confusion is exactly what they'll find

Uncle Sam don't give a dman about the rich or poor

He's fagging you and bagging you and dragging you to war



Ain't it plain to see that what they say

To you and what they sat to me is just a play

On our reality, they tell you one thing

They mean another, they call you brother

But that's just another lie to get you high

Until your head's so far up in the sky

And you'll never have a solid alibi

Look out below, you've been swatted like a big

Fly...Ho!



Liars, liars, pants on fire now

Burn, burn, burn

What's with these wires, wires

I can't do nothin' anyhow

Right?

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