Well, it's not that I don't wanna work But I hate filling out all the applications And nobody wants a middle-aged man On six different kinds of medication ♪ Well, they don't make me feel up But they won't let me come down So I walk back out on the street And I throw my shadows to the ground ♪ And everyone knows that the truth Ain't no match for a really good lie I cry each time I open my eyes ♪ There's a cancer spreading across the globe In the shape and form of brains and billfolds And there's no room in nature for your car Or your stereo that blasts me from your console
In a world that is bleak without a prayer And a darkness that is black as night Just throw against hope and buy some more soap And tell yourself it'll be alright ♪ But everyone knows that the truth Ain't no match for a really good lie I cry each time I open my eyes ♪ Well, everyone knows that the truth Ain't no match for a really good lie I cry each time I open my eyes