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The Lies 9/1/03 Twenty minutes down the road there’s Josie who can’t get out of that rut. Sees this shadow in the sky and takes her life as the last one whispers, "Slut." She’s scratching she’s weeping she’s killing she’s dying on the floor cold And six blocks away her boyfriend wants to know if she’s gonna bring in the gold Or if he should just leave her to die. CHORUS: There’s a dead 24/7 crime rate that won’t last long. There’s a child squirming in the arms of a mother holding too strong. There’s a bomb near explosion tucked inside a hospital bed and Soon we’ll all find out this world is all but dead. Three minutes away on a 747 there’s a man who knows no word but death. Sees the reports everyday and all the while can’t stand his new wife, Beth. She holds his hand as they sit in one big pool of lies. She watches him and falls asleep and dreams about his eyes. CHORUS You’ve got Pierre who stands with his knees And shakes 'cause he just doesn’t know how to please. The country’s settled in his pile of doubt and he ain’t finding one single way out. Wrap it up, Lord, finish it off so the world can go to sleep and dream of love. CHORUS- 2 times
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