
Compulsive habits that never seem to die
Your breath is stanking up all the air
Your teeth are rotting two black holes in your head
Chorus:
Well reality is due
What you say just can't be true
Well your story's just a toe far fetched
And you're lacking an excuse
You lied
Your mom allowed you just one white lie
But now she's thinking she left you with a problem
Pinocchio has bit your tongue
Your nose is growing into the third dimension