You got a problem you just can't hide

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