Hot Lies

Bottled up in jealousy
Jumping round in revelry
Stumbling round a crowded room
Smacking up and snorting soon
Flooring fast about your life
Sharping like a cramping knife
Talking like you wanna be

You don't feel it anymore
Half lies
Rambling like a smacked up bull
Half lies

Standing mornings all alone
Crying on the telephone
Wrapped up in cellophane
Trying to swear out the pain
Hanging out for all to see
Masking incompetency
Looking like you wanna be

You don't feel it anymore
Half lies
Rambling like a smacked up bull
Half lies

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
There must be more
Half lies
Half lies